Good morning after the Super Bowl people. My head still hurts. Not because I drank anything stronger than a diet coke, but because I watched the game with the "Super Bowl Party" friends. This consists of 8 guys going ape shit for 50 freaking hours of a really long game with totally shitty commericals. What happened to the good commericals during the Super Bowl? Seriously? Tom and I have decided it is partly Kurt Warner's fault. Did you see his "You are going to hell" commercial? Well, good thing he has Jesus' phone number and gave it to all of us so we don't burn in the firey pits of hell from all our sinning. I sin alot. So I better call Jesus.

I only got hit in the head with the nerf ball 4 times this year, so I consider it quite successful. We had a new addition to the "party players". First I should say that Karen and I are the only girls who have made up this "party" for 4 years. Each man has the team they religiously back. Luke=The Bears. Tom=Tampa Bay. Todd=Seattle. Chuck=The Rams. Mike=The Steelers. Obviously this year pitted Todd against Mike. It was ruff. And loud. Mike brought his new girlfriend. When he about had his first coronary and his string of Cock*ucking Mother*uckering Ass*uck! F*ggots! What in the sh*tass mother*ucker are you doing! She looked at him in shock and said and I quote "It's only a game!" The room fell silent, every male looking at her, Karen and I both shaking our heads and she says "Come on, it is. It's only a game. What is your problem?" I try. I'm working really hard. But it happens. I get the church giggles and say in between each giggle "It was nice to meet you, but I don't think I will see you again." Karen bursts into laughter. Mike stares at me with this look of help me and says to the soon to be ex "We each have been following a team for years. (Here he names off each guys team) This year I'm in the Super Bowl. Get it." She actually says "Come on, YOU aren't in the Super Bowl. Some team is." My mouth drops open, all the guys stare. Mike says "Some team. Some team!" turns to me and says "Can you explain this to her?" I try "Doesn't you dad or brothers or uncles watch sports?" She says "No, not really." I stare mouth agape. I turn to Mike "I can't help. She may just be beyond help." Luke looks at me from across the room and says "I didn't know it was possible to love you anymore than I did yesterday, but I do at this moment." Tom says to Karen "What he said."

I don't think I will see that girl again. And honestly, I don't want to.

"church giggles" ha!

That's funny! I bet it was great! Poor thing...my dad raised 3 girls and never watched sports- mostly because my mom knew he'd be prone to losing his temper and swearing in front of us- he's reminds us all the time "I told you not to marry any sports fans when you grew up..." because my husband and both my BILs are sports fanatics. The sad thing is, each of them swore they weren't...but as the years went by...it became obvious they were. My husband, Mr. "I only watch football" became "I only watch football when OU is playing." then "and when Dallas is playing (though I still can't seem to convince him that all they have done for the past 20 years is lose so he should give it up). Add to that "I only watch the Phillies play during baseball season- oh wait, now I work in minor league baseball so I have to watch/follow everything- oh and honey, I have to watch part of basketball season because my brothers and I all fill in our brackets and play against each other through (Final Four and all the crap that leads up to it)... The year he had a SportsBook.com account and bet on everything was the year we almost split up for sure.

It never ends...

Once upon a time, I didn't hate sports. Now I cannot stand a one of them.

My dad is a sports fanatic. He watches everything. Basketball, football, baseball, hockey, soccer, and golf. Where do you think I learned all my cuss words? I enjoy watching football, just not all day on Sunday's. I will watch one game and then I'm done. I love baseball! LOVE!!!! I watch every Cardinals game and we go to alot of them. I understand the obsession.

I have never known a male that isn't a sports fanatic. I think it's nice that they all have a common interest, how else would they bond?!

That'd be me at a superbowl party. I just can't manage to care.

Ha ha! That is so funny! My husband is not a big sports fan but I love the Red Sox and the Patriots so the past few years have been an eye-opener for him. However that is nothing compared to how I get all worked up over my shows like 'Grey's Anatomy.' He's learned to deal with a lot!