Feb 05 2007
The Aftermath
The Super Bowl. It's over. Finally. Until next year.
The game is over. The unnecessary hype is over. The corporate coffers are stuffed with money. The blimps have returned to their hangers. The hung over/strung out football players are back home. The celebrities have crawled back into their coffins tanning beds. And all of the mid-western tourists have left Miami, returning to the frozen tundra from whence they came.
And I have but three (3) words to say:
Thank. Fucking. God.
Surly bastard.
Your wrong,
My 70 something parents and all of their friends are still there.
Playing golf, playing cards, and the most important going out to eat.
The Kicker, you get to see them in shorts and I don’t.
Amen Amen Amen
Be safe…
Yay!
Send those corporate box dwelling toadies on their way back to the Midwest!!!
Matt hates America. I’m calling Homeland Security.