Holy smokes!
Apparently the last time I popped in here was back in November (-->insert wide eyed emoji with its mouth open and hands on it's cheeks.)??!?! I feel like I'm dating this blog. I go through periods where I like the idea of it and get super inspired/excited to write about something and post non-stop BUT then I get scared and become scared of committing and entering into a seriously relationship. -->Sidenote: can you tell I could never be a writer?? I don't even want to know how many times I wrote "and."--> Back to the regular scheduled program...... I realize that I teether on the edge of commitment but then I back track and go flirt with other things but I always seem to come back running to this rambling blog of mine. Maybe I'm just a heathen for pain.
Am I just destined to be a flirty serial dater but never a committer??? Totally not trying to turn this post into a therapy sesh so back to the topic that I really came her to talk(?)....write(?)... about
FOOTBALL!!!!!!!
More specifically the NFL playoffs and more specifically the Cowboy's loss against the Packers. The Sunday game had me acting like a madwomen either ready to be committed to a psychiatric ward due to all the cursing and incoherent spewing OR I was going to end up at a hospital from almost suffering a heart attack. I mean I was basically acting like Yeezy does at his concerts when he talks about random crap that makes no sense. Except I was cursing the packers one moment and cheering them on the next.
Let's get one thing straight.... I HATE THE COWBOYS. Yes. I said it. HATE. And the patriots but that's for a different post. I mean a post can only contain so much hate.
Don't come asking me why or to give you a reason why I don't like them because then we would have to spend hours upon hours hearing me and let's be honest, my voice aint that soothing. I will summarize the reason in one word: Arrogance. Everyone from Jerry Jones to players. They are arrogant and don't care. UGHHHHHH. Just talking about them makes me break out in rashes.
This whole season everyone around me was just hopping on the Cowboy bandwagon due to Prescott, Ezekiel and Dez popularity and their record being as good as it was (13-3). It was so annoying because they had never actually played "the big boys" to really determine if they were as good as everyone was saying. I'll give them the fact that their O-Line is balls to the walls good but their defensive line is mediocre at best! The fact that they lost to the Packers proves that their schedule was super easy peasy lemon squeazy AND that they would never be able to compete with the big dogs like Rogers, Brady, Big Ben, and Ryan. I would like to point out the fact that my beloved Giants handed them 2 of those losses because like I said earlier.....they can't compete with the big dogs!
So you could say there was a lot on the line for me with this game and thankfully the packers came through. The game tied. Twenty seconds left. Flipping ridiculously amazing catch was made that set them up in field goal range....and then the magic happened. The football was kicked 53 yards in the air into glorious victory and no need for OT.
I was finally able to breath and heard myself whisper, "Man I love the sport."
Apparently the last time I popped in here was back in November (-->insert wide eyed emoji with its mouth open and hands on it's cheeks.)??!?! I feel like I'm dating this blog. I go through periods where I like the idea of it and get super inspired/excited to write about something and post non-stop BUT then I get scared and become scared of committing and entering into a seriously relationship. -->Sidenote: can you tell I could never be a writer?? I don't even want to know how many times I wrote "and."--> Back to the regular scheduled program...... I realize that I teether on the edge of commitment but then I back track and go flirt with other things but I always seem to come back running to this rambling blog of mine. Maybe I'm just a heathen for pain.
Am I just destined to be a flirty serial dater but never a committer??? Totally not trying to turn this post into a therapy sesh so back to the topic that I really came her to talk(?)....write(?)... about
FOOTBALL!!!!!!!
More specifically the NFL playoffs and more specifically the Cowboy's loss against the Packers. The Sunday game had me acting like a madwomen either ready to be committed to a psychiatric ward due to all the cursing and incoherent spewing OR I was going to end up at a hospital from almost suffering a heart attack. I mean I was basically acting like Yeezy does at his concerts when he talks about random crap that makes no sense. Except I was cursing the packers one moment and cheering them on the next.
Let's get one thing straight.... I HATE THE COWBOYS. Yes. I said it. HATE. And the patriots but that's for a different post. I mean a post can only contain so much hate.
Don't come asking me why or to give you a reason why I don't like them because then we would have to spend hours upon hours hearing me and let's be honest, my voice aint that soothing. I will summarize the reason in one word: Arrogance. Everyone from Jerry Jones to players. They are arrogant and don't care. UGHHHHHH. Just talking about them makes me break out in rashes.
This whole season everyone around me was just hopping on the Cowboy bandwagon due to Prescott, Ezekiel and Dez popularity and their record being as good as it was (13-3). It was so annoying because they had never actually played "the big boys" to really determine if they were as good as everyone was saying. I'll give them the fact that their O-Line is balls to the walls good but their defensive line is mediocre at best! The fact that they lost to the Packers proves that their schedule was super easy peasy lemon squeazy AND that they would never be able to compete with the big dogs like Rogers, Brady, Big Ben, and Ryan. I would like to point out the fact that my beloved Giants handed them 2 of those losses because like I said earlier.....they can't compete with the big dogs!
So you could say there was a lot on the line for me with this game and thankfully the packers came through. The game tied. Twenty seconds left. Flipping ridiculously amazing catch was made that set them up in field goal range....and then the magic happened. The football was kicked 53 yards in the air into glorious victory and no need for OT.
I was finally able to breath and heard myself whisper, "Man I love the sport."
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