So the Giants pulled off the biggest upset in Superbowl history. And yes, I am a Patriots fan. You live up here in New England for twenty years, you drink the Kool-Aid, and before you know it you're saying things like "Wicked pissah!" and rooting for their sports teams.
Now, for some reason, every friend and family member in New York felt the need to call me to rub it in---Um one, like I really care, and two, I spoke no trash talk to anyone about the game to begin with! The Woodside contingent chanted "Brady Sucks!" and Paulie asked, "Hey G, what has 22 legs and sucks?" Way to hit a girl while she's down.
My sissy poo and I had a bet going. If the Pats won, she would send me Season One of "The Sopranos" and if the Giants won, I would send her an assortment of movies filmed and or set in Boston. So heading her way are: Good Will Hunting, The Departed, and Next Stop Wonderland.
She sent me text messages throughout the game:
(2/3 10:54 PM)"So not only do I win my bet with you but I won the 4th quarter and game in the football pool---and the mets got Johann Santana woo hoo"
(2/3 10:55 PM)"And I'm f*cking Matt Damon"
More on the Superbowl ads later...
2 comments:
"Drink the kool-aid" is correct. You've lost your membership to the Woodside hunny-hill bunch. Not that it means much - now you don't have to listen to Mikey, Paul and Matt scream at the plasma tv and eat pigs in blankets.
woo hoo I love a mention in you blog!
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