Our Colts pranced all the way to the Superbowl only to get whupped, and whupped hard. I'm not a rabid fan, and I don't mind losing, but boy, it honks me to lose to a team called The Saints. First of all, with a name like that, shouldn't they win every freakin' game? And I know they were named before the Age of Political Correctness, but I'm sort of surprised the name has lasted this long. Sour grapes aside, there's no question that they played the better game and deserved the win. It was nice, though, just to get that far and make it to the SuperBowl. 
Another local team is getting some notice. The Butler University Bulldogs have won 12 in a row. In fact (I'm sure someone will correct me if I'm wrong), I believe they've made it to the Sweet 16 the last few years. I've got a soft spot for the team and the school - it's Dad's Alma Mater and the site of Mom & Dad's meeting. So... Go Dogs!
Sunday, February 7, 2010
No Joy in Snowville
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Being a chronic bleeding heart and underdog supporter, I was actually rootin' for the Saints. Having never been in a superbowl, I thought they were due the whole shebang.
I figure New Orleans could use the boost. Not sure they need any more reasons to drink and rebel-rouse but hey, I think I'd rather Mardi-gras than shovel snow too. Now the puppy-bowl was really great! Didya
catch any of it?
Missed the puppy bowl but you're right: NO was certainly due.
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