Down goes Philly....DOWN GOES PHILLY!

This is just too much! The Pats have won the SuperBowl AGAIN!!! I will admit that it was an ugly game, but still, what an amazing run this has been.

Unfortunately, I didn't really get to enjoy the game very much. I had this big plan to make chili, nachos and buffalo wings for the game. Pre-game, I was going to keep my kids busy doing football arts&crafts and then order them pizza for dinner.

Well, as it turns out, we had a terrible, HORRIBLE, stomach virus run through our house all weekend. I'm talking throw-up EVERYWHERE! My kids have still not learned to "hit the bucket" when they boot...oh no...they walk and puke so that they can spread the maximum damage throughout my house. And, I had it so bad that I was sitting on the can, shitting my brains out WHILE puking into a bucket simultaneously.

By the time kickoff came around on Sunday night, my daughter and my wife were feeling better, while my son and I were still hurting. Jason spent the whole game lying on the couch, moaning with stomach pain, and passing the most rancid gas imaginable. I, instead of my chicken wings, nachos, chili and beer, sat with a blanket over my head, shivering from a fever, drinking tea and eating small quantities of crackers and plain white rice.

Oh well...that's my sad, sad story...but at least I got to see the entire game, and the Patriots are once again World Champions.

The Pats are in the Superbowl...again!

We're not on Loserville any more baby! The RedSox won the World Series and the Pats are set to repeat this Sunday.

I wish the game was on at 8:00 instead of 6:30 because my kids will be a pain in the neck if I try to withdraw attention from them to watch. I'm going to try to do what worked for me two weeks ago for the 6:30 AFC Championship Game. I'll get the kids up early in the morning, keep them awake and active all day....including having them skip their usual afternoon nap...feed them supper at 5:00....tub at 5:45....and let them pass out on the couch at 6:29.

Then, I'll carry them up to their rooms and be ome free to watch in peace. The only thing I have to try and do is to be quiet while I watch the game. Last year, I spent a lot of time yelling at the TV during the 2nd-half slug fest against Carolina. Perhaps if I eat so many buffalo wings that I feel sick by half-time, I won't have the energy to jump around screaming.

Anyway, I'm looking forward to the game...and my next post will frequently include the word DYNASTY.