How Bout Dem Saints?

Oh, don't ask. All it takes for the Saints to lose the damned Super Bowl playoffs is for me to watch the damned game. To the Saints...I will never care again. Then maybe you will win. Sheesh. I thought I had some kind of divine intervention in church today. As Father was giving his homily, this weird thought popped into my head..."The Saints are Super Bowl Champions." It had to be divine. It had to be God. God must have been playing a cruel joke on me. Cause this ain't even funny. Did yall see the Bushman???? After that play, I popped a top in celebration. Shouldn't have done that. Screwed up the mojo. It's all my fault. I got all excited about the Saints in the Super Bowl. Now, hell...I just I'll just go to the Super Bowl party and drink beer til half time...just like always. I won't care who wins or what happens. Just like always. I was just hoping that this year, I could drink beer all the way through the fourth quarter and actually care about the actual game more than the halftime show and the commercials. Geesh...is that too much to ask? Guess so. 25 point loss. Oh, geesh.

Now, I have a vested interest in the Colts/Patriots game. I'll be back.