Sunday Bloody Sunday

Sunday Bloody Sunday

My previous post was getting too long so I split it into two. On Sunday, we sat in front of the television and watched the Giants game. Then around 3:30 I looked over at Geo and said "You don't take me out anymore." Now Geo knows I never say crap like this so he accurately figured I had some place already in mind. "Okay, where do you want to go." At this point I gave my very best puppy dog eyes and said "The Raiders are playing the Cowboys this week." So Geo and I went to the sports bar, to nurse a beer for three hours so we could watch the Raiders game. While watching the Eagles game. While watching the Atlanta game. While watching the Jets game. I'm like a kid in a candy store around that place but I think I'm going to get whiplash.

Speaking of the bar, I'm not a fan of those fitted women's jerseys they make. They remind me of those slutty NBA jersey-dresses. I don't understand why they have to make them all hoochie, can't they just be smaller like the kid's jerseys?

Wait.... did I mention I watched the Raiders game? Who did they play again.... oh yes. The Cowboys. Oh and who won again.... oh yes. The Raiders did. Nicky, you are so lucky I left my phone at home. You were going to receive your very own serenade. The lyrics of that special song were something like this... "I said WHO'S HOUSE??? RUNS HOUSE!!! WHO'S HOUSE??? RUNS HOUSE!!!!" Yeah I know. We're 1-3 but it doesn't matter because guess who that 1 was. Plus Kerry Collins is kinda getting the picture. I mean he did actually realize that Moss was on the field a few times so the Sunday after next should be interesting. The defense should take the next couple of weeks to figure out how they're going to shut down LaDainian Tomlinson, the heart of my fantasy line-up. In my own little selfish world, the Raiders would win but LaDainian would score a crapload of touchdowns.

By the way.... "roughing the passer" because Warren Sapp rock-bottomed Drew Bledsoe? Come on!!! That's football!! Okay fine. And yeah it wasn't quite the rock bottom but it was close. I miss seeing the rock bottom. I did it to one of my girls the other day (very gently of course and on the bed). She thought it was hysterical. Especially since I yelled "ROCK BOTTOM!!! ROCK BOTTOM!!" while I was doing it. I'm a good mom. No really.

11:00 p.m. edit: I can't believe I of all people forgot to say this. I LAUGHED MY ASS OFF every time the 41-17 score flashed on the little ticker on the television screen. Every single time. I mean outright belly laughs, deep from within. It was a great, great day of football.

Also, I love it when they pan the crowds in Oakland. Is it me or are Raiders fans just the skeeviest, grubbiest football fans alive? One wonders how they can afford the price of admission. Or how often they bathe. This includes me of course. Also, concerning the Raiders' cheerleaders... where did they find so many white girls in Oakland? I've never even SEEN a white girl in Oakland besides them. I guess they had them imported from Minnesota or something.