"The Giants won!"
That's what I found myself screaming at the conclusion of what must have been the most exciting pro-football game I've ever watched (which really isn't saying much since I watch an average of two football games a year) while I clapped and performed twirly twirls around the apartment. I cheer for the underdogs.
This seemed to surprise Boopy as he's never seen me so into sports before, especially since I was following the game and screaming at the TV like the best of them:
"Did you see that play?!"
"Another false start?!"
"Brother man needs to find another job 'cause he just got sacked!"
Okay, so I didn't say that last one. But still, Boopy was entertained by my machismo and celebratory style; enough to call me "a cross between a sports frat boy and a cheerleader."
I kinda like that. And it's kinda true.
And is it me, or was Tom Brady wearing foundation during the game?
