There’s a lot to say about last night’s Super Bowl. Brady was apparently more hurt than we thought (Barry and I called BS on the ankle the second it hit the news, we were wrong). The unbelievable Offensive Line of the Pats got their asses handed to them. Belichick went for it on 4tha nd 13. WHY? No rain, no wind, kick the damn ball!
And why couldn’t 4 Pats defenders stop Eli on that play in the 4th? He squirted outta there like a little greased pig! Then the secondary just stopped moving and let him catch the ball, only to make a weak jump at the last second. I don’t know if we’ll be seeing Samuel and Hobbs next year, but I could be wrong.
But here’s what I think: I had a absolutely amazing season with the other TellHimFredders: Barry, Jimmy, Cutty, and our better halves. We got together nearly every damn week, filled our guts to the point of bursting, and forced our livers to wake up crying every Monday (throw a couple Sundays and Tuesdays in there).
We decided to give the multi-author thing a go while we were all a little drunk during the Cincinnati game. Everything’s a good idea when you’re drunk, right? Well this was actually a good idea. Here’s to looking forward, gentlemen.
**pending the agreement to disclose recipies, Jimmy and I will post our Super Bowl recipies, maybe**