It probably wasn't a good idea for me, as a football fan, to schedule oral surgery for the Friday before Superbowl Sunday, but I figured that would give me a good reason to take off work and watch the game.
I have been screaming so much that I may have ruptured one of my sutures, and there's very little chance of my having a voice tomorrow.
But it's worth it to scream at Belichick and Brady on the screen for being pompous douchebags. Sure, the Giants aren't my Jets. But hey, they aren't the Patriots, either, and I am, in a true testament to irony, taking a stance similar to that of the French in our own Revolutionary War: The enemy of my enemy is my friend.
Eli Manning, this makes us bffs.
*By Jessica, who's gonna need more codeine to sleep tonight.
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