super sunday....

ok, so.....we attended a superbowl party with assorted runners and cyclists......and left just after the half to assure that the youngest child could get to bed at a reasonable time, and to take a late phone call from child #2. My spouse and i were lightweights, as the drink of choice at this gathering was a blender concoction, and the sight of a blender alone is enough to spur 27 year-old hangover flashbacks......at least on my part.....my favorite commercial was the one with shaq riding the thoroughbred in a race, and winning....the jockeys giving him bottom pats at the end in congratulations was priceless....as these little men had to reach up...well, enough of bottoms.....and a few words about the game before i start my first full week on my new job.....i was neutral up until the part where the patriot coach threw down this red scarf in protest for a (12th) giant player having 1 foot on the field while the legal 11 were in the snap...there was a huge to-do over watching the film of this fellow leaping to the sideline....and though it was a valid point, it seemed petty on the patriot's part and i feel it turned the tide.....