Congrats to the Saints! Yeah, I'm a day late with the congrats but I wasn't in all that great of shape yesterday to type anything. Superbowl parties in my family are a pretty big deal and we always have a bunch of people over to watch the game. Superbowl is even bigger than Thanksgiving at my house. Dad grills steak and burgers while the other guys and I play a pregame to get the adrenaline pumping for the main event. Usually when it's not so cold outside and there isn't a blizzard dumping snow on the ground, the women come out to join the game but this year they all stayed inside for the most part.
Even though it's been who knows how long since Mom and Dad first started watching the Superbowl together, Mom still doesn't really get it. She thinks with all of us at the house, it's a good time for cleaning since the day is just for eating and cheering at the tv for a few hours. So to keep her happy, Dad, Tristan, and I end up cleaning the house in between the bouts of beer and food. Now, I'm not all that bad with a duster and a mop but I don't make a habit outta cleaning my parents' house on the weekends. Or even my place for that matter. However, on game day we all learned it's easier to keep Mom happy since she's the one who hands out the snacks during the game.
The game itself was pretty great and my personal favorite moment was the interception in the end zone about 5 minutes before the game ended. Even if the pass was good, the Colts still wouldn't have won, but the play was sweet. I'm not going to go into all the details of the game as I don't want to bore you all and I've talked it to death with the guys.
Yesterday was rough, man. This was the first year I've been allowed to drink anything at the party and I completely took advantage of it, then me and the guys stayed up drinking and talking about the game. I don't get why Monday isn't a day off or something. I'm usually pretty good about not drinking on Sundays but this was a special occasion. Lesson learned, though.
Even though it's been who knows how long since Mom and Dad first started watching the Superbowl together, Mom still doesn't really get it. She thinks with all of us at the house, it's a good time for cleaning since the day is just for eating and cheering at the tv for a few hours. So to keep her happy, Dad, Tristan, and I end up cleaning the house in between the bouts of beer and food. Now, I'm not all that bad with a duster and a mop but I don't make a habit outta cleaning my parents' house on the weekends. Or even my place for that matter. However, on game day we all learned it's easier to keep Mom happy since she's the one who hands out the snacks during the game.
The game itself was pretty great and my personal favorite moment was the interception in the end zone about 5 minutes before the game ended. Even if the pass was good, the Colts still wouldn't have won, but the play was sweet. I'm not going to go into all the details of the game as I don't want to bore you all and I've talked it to death with the guys.
Yesterday was rough, man. This was the first year I've been allowed to drink anything at the party and I completely took advantage of it, then me and the guys stayed up drinking and talking about the game. I don't get why Monday isn't a day off or something. I'm usually pretty good about not drinking on Sundays but this was a special occasion. Lesson learned, though.