The Superbowl was on Sunday. So I went to see basketball with my fiancée.
The Toronto Raptors gave Sacramento a good thrashing. Since my fiancée is from Sacramento, it’s hard to say how this will effect my sex life. I suspect that I’ll either learn to stop gloating or to enjoy sleeping on the couch with the dog.
But that’s fine. I like that dog.
Beside which, I needed a nap between events. It’s not everyday that I have to wake up before noon. I was only kept awake by my pink suit and silver shoes. As an interesting aside, sports fans are completely unperturbed by either. Actually, they quite like the shoes.
I heroically awoke in time to go watch the superbowl at a sportsbar.
Watching football kinda makes me realize what it’s like to be in Robocop. Everything is some sort of Dorito’s Dove for Men Super Play Countdown Extravaganza Brought to YOU by BMO and you just wave your cards in the air for a chance at a prize. If corporatism could maintain these levels of awesome year round, I might like it more.
Since I know nothing about football and learning from your mistakes is a bit too much like admitting you were wrong, I decided to root for a different team than my fiancée. She supported the Colts while I supported The Saints.
Here, the Saints aren’t doing so well.
And here, they are.
As you can see from my wildly varying expressions, I’m a real wild man.
At any rate, the Saints won. More importantly, I managed to convince Shalome that it’s not the team you root for but the game. It was a good game: a hotly contested and square match. What more could you ask for? Probably, another picture of me.
So here ya go. (I think The Who was playing.)
2 comments
Murgatroied Clair says:
June 2, 2011 at 2:32 pm (UTC -5 )
Where did you find that pick suit? My friend has been looking for one.
Ryan Oakley says:
June 2, 2011 at 3:09 pm (UTC -5 )
I didn’t find it. It’s bespoke. I had my tailor make it.