He may be going to the SuperBowl but he's no Peyton.
Regardless, I wish him well against Tom "I can't seem to get this idiotic smile off my face" Brady and the fucking Patriots.
Last Sunday, Steve, Shelly, and I went over to the Commish's pad to watch the Conference playoffs. Predictably, the Patriots squashed the Chargers and thus their disgusting run continues.
We made fajitas during the break (amazing we had an appetite after San Diego's pathetic display.) We were very efficient as a group. Had it made and eaten by the time Ice Bowl II started. And it was a fantastic game. For reasons none of us could explain (except maybe Bruce, being a Bears fan) we were all cheering for New York. (Maybe cos Green Bay bitch-slapped the Hawks a week ago, then threw snowballs at each other and laughed like a bunch of assholes. Maybe that had something to to with it. I don't know.)
Anyway. The Giants get another crack at the Pat's and Tom "I have a special razor that keeps my beard looking like I just forgot to shave this morning cos I'm too busy fucking my supermodel girlfriends" Brady. And we'll be there to see it.
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