Sunday, 11 January 2015

Who's a Fat Bastard - The Baltimore fans at the Hilton became absolute douchebags.

January 10, 2015


      The first football game wasn't until 1:00 this afternoon, that gave me plenty of time to get a few things done. I started off by writing yesterday's blog. Hunched over the keyboard in my office, cup of drippy Joe at hand. But wait! This wasn't my usual drippy Joe, this was dark roast drippy Joe and I was drinking it black. I might try it for now. I've always drank my coffee with cream. Yesterdays blog was a long one so that took me until after 11:00 to finish it.
      Then I went down to the green room, flipped the laundry that the lovely Lisa had started and did my workout.
Ten sets of ten reps of all my floor exercises and 200 One Stair Steps.

      While I had this going on the lovely Lisa Christmas Elf was deconstructing Christmas. As I write this Sunday morning the only thing left is the tree, still with lights and two strings of Christmas cards across the mirror. She does have all the ornaments down
individually wrapped and put away. This was day four of the lovely Lisa Christmas clean up.

      I made my way across the street to the 7 eleven to make my bets for the weekend football games. They start at 1:00. Today I have New England and of course Seattle. Baltimore gave New England a real scare. I could never cheer for Baltimore. The lovely Lisa and I were in New Orleans for Super Bowl, 
Super bowl Sunday
Mardi Gras
At a parade
and Valentines day in 2013. 
Valentines Day brunch
      We didn't have tickets to the game so we watched the game on a big screen at the Hilton three blocks from the Superdome. I was wearing my Seahawks Jersey so everyone was calling me Seattle
and I was pulling for the Forty Niners. About half the room were Niners fans and half Ravens fans. We were sitting at a table beside a group of women all wearing 49ers gear. The one woman told me that her son played for San Francisco he was number 21 and I don't remember his name. He was a rookie defensive back and special teams player. Honestly, I didn't believe her. Next thing you know, she was showing me pictures of her and her son on the field at the Superbowl the day before. Pictures of her with coach Harbaugh! Both of them! She said she couldn't go to the game today because she was so nervous. That's why she was watching the game there with all of her cousins. She even showed me her unused Super Bowl ticket! She was keeping it as a souvenir. 
Anyway when Baltimore won the game on nearly the last play the Baltimore fans at the Hilton became absolute douche bags. They had heard that she was there  and were coming up to the table and yelling loser in the woman's face. Absolutely no class. That's why I will never cheer for Baltimore. I would bet on them if I thought they were going to win, but I could never be happy about it.
Elvis, the only other one who cares about football
      I was well settled into tiny TV town when Tom Brady and New England came back from 14 point deficits twice. It was a very exciting game.

      At half time I made tuna salad lettuce wraps for the lovely Lisa and I. Hers on whole wheat bread. I've got a real fish thing going on lately.
      Seattle and Carolina traded touchdowns in the first half then the Seahawks took over. My winning ticket is half way won.
      The lovely Lisa Christmas elf was exhausted after a full day of deconstructing Christmas so we went to Tentatsu for a late dinner.
The lovely Lisa ordered the teriyaki chicken dinner. 

It comes with sunonomo,miso soup,

tempura, steamed rice, sushi and of course chicken teriyaki. I had tuna and salmon sashimi 

and chicken teriyaki without all the extras. 

      A quick stop at Stupor Store on the way home and we walked into a whirlwind of over excited Rat dogs about 10:30. I had recorded the Canucks game so I watch that while the lovely Lisa got ready for bed. Nothing happened in the game. The Canucks lost 1/ 0. Thank god for fast forward! Then I went to bed.

That's all I've got
Till Next time
Peace out Y'all


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