Foos-ball? Buncha overgrown monsters man-handlin' each other.

I actually composed this (and I use the word "composed" loosely since I copied and pasted a link and then wrote two sentences) on Friday and I was like "Oh, I'll just log in on Sunday and press 'Post'!" Well, my laziness took a new turn and although my computer was in the living room on the couch with me for most of the day Sunday and I did turn it on twice or thrice (to order food) I just couldn't get it together enough to log into blogger and press one button.

I hope you all had a great Superbowl. I didn't turn to it once. Literally not once. I had to ask someone who won at like 11pm cause I realized I never found out (Congrats to Kim and Reggie! Like sooooo excited for you guys!).

As a vehement objector to all sports that aren't tennis or Olympic related, my roommate and a friend and I watched absolute nonsense all night (including the movie "The Invention of Lying"... not good) and by all night I mean for a few hours, because both of them were in bed by 10.

So with that, I give you my salute to the Superbowl (aka the video and two sentences below):

Perhaps one of the awesomest most coolest videos anyone has ever sent me. Touche, Alan Whickers, to you and your silly pseudonyms (and sorry for ditching out on the Superbowl party. As you can read, I obviously had some really important stuff to take care of).



Post Script (written on 2/8/10): When I first saw the concept of this video I was like "Please, God, let there be a Wes Anderson part". And lo and behold there was. And it was good. And by good I mean incredibly amazing. Yes I realize that's the second time I've used that reference in the past two posts. Apparently I am really into mocking the creation story these days. I really don't know why. It's just what comes to me. I don't question the creative process. And neither should you.

Happy Superbowl Monday. Peyton Manning- if you need a shoulder to cry on, I'm available.