I think I might be depressed. I didn’t wanna watch football today. Me! Not wanna watch football! That’s like a cat wanting to go swimming or a dog not licking it’s own balls. It just ain’t natural.
I came home from work, already disgruntle because not only did I miss the Saints game, but I received a myriad of taunting messages from people who knew that I was A) at work and unable to watch the game and B) rooting for New Orleans. When I got home the Patriots were playing. And all I wanted to do was sleep. Tom Brady was on my TV and all I could think about was burying myself underneath my covers. A Manning/Brady match up is the stuff legends are made of and all I wanted to do was curl up with my Winnie the Pooh and sleep until I made a La sized dent in my mattress.
So I did. I missed the games that put 2 African American coaches in the Superbowl for the 1st time ever. For the first time in the history of the 2nd greatest sport ever played (basketball being the 1st of course), at the end of the Superbowl, a black man will have a ring. I missed the start of this moment. Why? Because I was huddling.
Sigh. I feel so blah.