This weekend was the Super Bowl or whatever. I’m not that in to football, just as much as is required by the Guy Rules. I have a favorite team, I know the rules, I watch a few games a year, and I can talk the talk. It’s just that, for the most part, football is f’ing boring. There’s a lot of waiting around, a lot of time between plays, a lot of lame commercials, and a lot of really who-the-fuck-cares statistics.
In short, football ain’t no basketball.
Besides, everybody know that the Super Bowl is not at all about football. The Super Bowl is about hanging out with friends, BBQ’ing, drinking and laughing your ass off.
It is also, on occassion, about making out with hot chicks.
But mostly the friends thing, which is what I did. I saved the making out with hot chicks for the night after the Super Bowl.
And as long as we’re talking about crazy-freaky shit, try this on for size. Before we all left, my friend and his wife had an announcement. All the single guys reading this just gulped because they know exactly what that means, and they’re right. One of my best friends is going to be a DAD!