i also need to admit that i stopped watching after the cardinal's last score. i got too nervous. my heart can't take it sometimes. i didn't really STOP watching, i just left the big screen downstairs and flitted between the small screen and the remains of beef barbecue in the kitchen. it all worked out though, because the steelers won, the kitchen is clean and i can drag my medicated self straight to bed.
still fighting off death. i shouldn't complain because b is much worse of than i. somehow mmm has remained healthy. one day i will discover his secret.
man, i love football.
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