Yesterday, my friend Kris was all “Every time you come over and watch football with my mom, you’re all OHMYGOD! YAAAAAAY!!! RUN! RUN! HE’S RUNNING! WOOOHHHHOOO!”
And I was all, “What? Meee? Are you talking about me?? Because I do no such thing.”
And he was all “Uh huh. Sure. Well if you do end up doing that today, do you think you can keep it down so I can get my homework done? Plus, you know the players can’t actually hear you, right?”
And I was all “Of course. No yelling from me sir.”
Then.
Brett Favre threw long with 19 seconds remaining and I was all but prepared to figure out who I hated less, the Colts or the Vikings, as I watched the football sail across the field and Saints’ Tracy Porter…
***
CAUGHT.
THE.
BALL!!!!!
HE CAUGHT THE BALL!! INTERCEPTION! OH MY GOD!!!!!!! OH MY GOD!!! WOOOOOOOOHOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOLY CRAP!!!! HE CAUGHT THE BALL. THE SAINTS ARE STILL IN THIS!! HOLY CRAP! WOOHOOO!
I may have yelled a little.
Best game eva though.
Sorry Kris.
