Monday, February 7, 2011

Visions of Wee Wees

Dare I say it? Congratulations to the Green Bay Packers on winning a Super Bowl? Wow... that pains me so.

For those of you who don't know me personally, I am one of the biggest Dallas Cowboys fans you'll ever meet. And I have been for 19 years, so don't get on my case about being some obnoxious band-wagon fan. Nope, I'm a true fan... and while I'm not ready to share the honest reason why I jumped on board with them all those years ago, I'll stick with my theory that it was Troy Aikman's charm that sucked me in. A charm that still has a hold on me to this day... a charm that will force me to name my future son after him. But I digress...

The area where I was raised bred me to hate the Shitsburgh (woops... Pittsburgh) Steelers and then my Cowboys allegiance in the 90s led me to hate anything to do with those alcoholic, drug addict, child molesting, racists up in GB. (Thank you, Mark Chmura, for finally coming through on the whole naked with a 16 year old in a hot tub thing after I had been calling you out on that for years!) So, needless to say, I was less than enthused about this year's big game. However, my wise father made a very good point when I was struggling to pick a team to root for... the players I hated so much from the Packers weren't playing there any more. It made sense to me. It also made me thankful that Brett Faahhhhv-ruh isn't there anymore. (Thank God for Craig Ferguson's jokes about him!) And it made me wish that Favre had just quit while he was ahead. Then I wouldn't have an image of his penis stuck in my head.

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