I know you are all dying to hear my take on the Bills/Patriots Monday Night Football game. At least Dione is. She said so in her comment yesterday, and I'm sure she wasn't being sarcastic. I'm sure that she considered watching the game, but then noticed that TBS airs old episodes of The Office and watched that instead.
So, Dione, since you apparently think Dwight is better looking than my QB, and you begged and threatened to harm yourself if I didn't, I'll fill you in on the game.
The pre-game is as important as the game itself. Almost. Actually it's not even close to as important, but I'm going to blog about it anyway.
Sometime last week, I suggested to Tony that we play a drinking game during the pre-game show (from 6-7). Everytime the announcers said Tom Brady (they love him so much they can't stop talking about him), we'd do a shot of beer. Everytime they said T.O. (they hate him so much they can't stop talking about him), we'd do two shots of beer. I'm pretty sure that Tony heard the words "Drinking game" and didn't bother to listen to the rest and just said Fresh or True or something along those lines that indicated that he wanted to play. So last night at 6 when the pre-game started, we had our shot glasses and booze ready. By 6:05 we were falling behind on shots because the announcers had said Tom Brady more times than I mention how hot Trent Edwards is in a post. By 6:15 we were trying to figure out how many shots behind we had fallen behind, and T.O's name had started popping up. By 6:20, we had given up. I'm not sure the announcers said anything except Tom Brady, Tom Brady, (insert pre-taped interview with Tom Brady here), Tom Brady, T.O., (insert pre-taped video about T.O. here), T.O., Tom Brady, oh, yeah, football, Tom Brady.
Then there was kick-off, and I stopped breathing for three and a half hours.
Here is a video recap. To understand the emotions we went through, you can watch this or you can read my recap of one-liners (and by one-liners I mean rambly run-on sentences) after the video. It is important to note at this time that during my recap, I refer to the Bills as We (since I'm clearly a part of the team) and the Patriots as They or Them.
We scored FIRST. A touchdown. My boy Trent is looking good (and I'm not talking about his hair his actual game play looks good).
It's customary after a Bills touchdown at their stadium that they play the shout song. It's also customary that G.G. calls after every score. We always fight over who has to take the phone because she always call from the bar, and we can't hear her talking, and she can't hear us, and we spend a bunch of time going, "WHAT? I COULDN'T HEAR YOU. YEAH, BILLS. WHAT? YEAH, GO BILLS." And then we mumble, "The game's back on," and hang up on her. This time I answered. I didn't say hello or even put the phone to my ear. I set it on the desk in front of the speaker, and this is what she heard.
Then I hung up.
They score a touchdown (boo hiss).