Wow!

That's all I can say about the Superbowl. What an exciting game.

I am happy that I survived our party without having a heart attack, either from the food or from the anxiety and excitement of the game.

Everyone at our party wanted the Giants to win, even though we didn't think they could pull it off. One guy that was there is from New York and he was so stressed out the whole time. Only one person invited wanted the Patriots, but he ended up not being able to come because of illness. I was secretly happy that he couldn't come because he is very rowdy, especially when he's drinking, and he wouldn't have been able to contain the F-bombs during and after the game when his team got beat. I mean come on, is football really that important that you have to get so riled up during a game? Okay, I admit that it is. I only wish we had an NFL team in our city. But if we did we'd probably have to use our childrens' college funds for season tickets so it's best that we don't. We'll just have to live with watching it on TV.

I'm not even going to talk about the alleged cheating that the losing coach has been involved in over the years, except to say that I hope he doesn't get away with it without some repurcussions. What a loser in every sense of the word.