i won’t lie. i didn’t want the Giants to win. In general, i find New York fans of any kind to have a sense of worthiness that i find grating and annoying (there are some exceptions, of course…like my friend Adrienne and metalia, who i will allow to be both new yorkers and fans…but only because i heart them)
and, of course, the Giants were the reason that my Favre and my packers were not in Superbowl XLII… (also…i find Eli Manning to be too much of a mouth-breather for my tastes…mmm…Tom Brady…)
i mean…it’s him or him…
or him??
but wow. what a game. what we all thought was going to be a total blow out became one of the best bowls i’ve ever watched. total nailbiter. by far, though, my three favorite things about last night were, not in any order, of course:
1. watching David Tyree’s circus catch on Ed’s 70-inch tv…
2. watching Tova watch David Tyree’s circus catch on Ed’s 70-inch tv…with her eye-patch…
(take pity on her please. her toddler scratched her eye out the night before)
3. being off cake, but letting myself indulge, just a wee bit
(hello, wrinkles!)
(more pictures on flickr today)
