You both know I love football. That Seattle/Green Bay game was the most anxiety/fun I'd had watching football since my Chargers came back from down 21 against the Niners earlier in the season. Then the Pats played the Colts and I fell asleep. The next morning I awoke to a world gone mad about balls!
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I find myself wanting the Patriots to win just to give some of my dipshit friends the middle finger.
But I love little Russell Wilson. So I'm torn.
One thing that is true: we have the makings for one of the best, most interesting Super Bowls in history and all anyone wants to talk about is Tom Brady's balls.