football

If, 24 hours ago, you would have told me that the Giants would win the Super Bowl and that my wife and I would steal a few minutes of “grown up time” in the middle of the afternoon, I would have said you were certifiable.

Looking at how things turned out, now I’d call you a genius.

No, I’m not talking about language.

I’m talking about my daughter. She’s probably somebody’s idea of a perfect wife (in twenty years or so):

She likes football.

She loves to get nekkid and run around the house. And the yard. And the street, come to think about it. Pretty much anywhere.

And one of her favorite activities is unloading the dishwasher, followed by doing laundry.

What’s not to like?

Oh, yeah: her dad can be a real asshole.

Looking back, it was a weekend of two-fers.

• We watched two football games (but only one in person)
• We ate a Thanksgiving Meal that Couldn’t Be Beat. Twice.
• I saw Casino Royale twice. It was great both times.
• We had wild monkey lovin’ twice, on Sunday.
• Not that I’m bragging.
• Who am I kidding? I am too bragging. This doesn’t happen often.
• Like, I don’t know when it happened the last time. Life usually interferes.
• The Cowboys and the Steelers won.
• I ran twice, 5K on Saturday and 6 miles (almost 10K, but not) on Sunday.

Okay, what do you think my favorite two-fer was?

As part of Funeral Week ‘06, we took the extended family to a football game. Partly so they could see that Friday Night Lights isn’t exactly fiction (the high school stadium had a jumbotron, for Christ’s sake), but also to see our niece and nephew perform in the band and drill team. And to get a little aerobic workout going up and down and up and down and up and down the stairs buying junk food for the kids, who were totally into it.

Best line of the night? My brother in law, who doesn’t often stray this side of the Mason/Dixon:

Frito pie? WTF is Frito pie?

Brrrrrraaaaaziiiiiil

Originally uploaded by Adrian Christopher Koss.

This makes me dizzy…