Well, it’s Sooper Sunday once again and the nacho fixin’s are all in place and ready to go.
Ol’ Robbo really hasn’t paid much attention at all to pro football ever since Marino retired, but the Gels and I still generally catch the Big Game.
This year, my greatest motivation for watching is the possibility – however remote – that the Patriots fall on their collective backsides.
Ol’ Robbo detests New England. Granted, some of that is because of my residual bias from being a former long time Dolphins fan. But I’m also old enough to remember the days when they were perpetual bottom-feeders, and back then they bore their lowliness with a certain humility and dignity. However, as soon as they became successful, they immediate turned into a gang of the most obnoxious and arrogant jackasses. And the Cult of Tom Brady? Sick-making to a degree.
This seems to be a thing with Bahston-based sports teams (which see the Sawx ever since their break-out season in 2003). Perhaps it’s something in the water.
Anyhoo, I couldn’t tell you Thing One about Atlanta, and I have no earthly idea how they’ll do against the Belichick Juggernaut, but for what it’s worth, GO FALCONS!
UPDATE: Oh, and on a much, much more important note, only nine days until pitchers and catchers report! Ol’ Robbo can’t wait for the boys of summah to return. GO, NATS!!
UPDATE DEUX: Sorry, I was thinking of the 2004 Sawx, when they came back from a 3-games to nada deficit to take the Yankees in the American League title bout. Best. Series. Evah. And I was supporting them whole-heartedly the entire way. Since then? We hates them.
POST-GAME UPDATE TROIS: Dammit.