My day got off to a
good start yesterday. In the South the
holy day is Saturday because of college football. I was pumped when LSU trounced Auburn and the
Dawgs of Georgia mauled the Gamecocks.
(Take that Steve Spurrier!) I
quickly became #SadAlabamaFan when the Ole Miss Rebels caused tears in
Tuscaloosa and the Tide tumbled.
I have been nursing
my bruised ego in the aftermath of their ignominious
thrashing.
Just when I thought I
could no longer derive any meaning from life the Panthers beat the Houston
Texans and Proof’s
beloved Niners ate dirt in their humiliating loss to the Steelers.
I went out for a
while and when I came back I found things had gotten out of hand. I found my little furkid, Sophie, had invited
Bully inside to watch some YouTube™ videos of last year’s NFC Championship Game
in which the Seattle Seahawks defeated my beloved Green Bay Packers.
I didn’t mind that so
much but when I discovered she had also let Nibbler J. Puffcheeks join
them in the TV room to swill beer I got upset.
You try to raise your
pets the right way. Sometimes they go a
little astray. You see, ‘ol Puffcheeks
was arrested on a B&E last November by the Curmudgeon PD. That character is bad business.
I took a broom to the
fuzzy-tailed bastard and sent Sophie to her doggie bed without supper.
I’m letting Bully
stay to watch tonight’s game against Seattle because he’s already donning his
Packers jersey and cheesehead hat.
Hopefully, my boys can rock Lambeau Field and dish out some sweet
revenge.
GO PACKERS!
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