Football Sunday!

Goodness, I'm a geek.  I get so excited about little things, and I'm so friggin excited about Sunday, that I may burst.  Or fart.  Maybe I'm gassy.

I have precious few buddies that I can talk sports with, or enjoy sports in the company of (case in point:my best friend John asked if I would be clapping "that loud the entire game'" the moment we sat down to watch the Red Sox/Mariners game on my birthday. Two months ago and I'm still fuming) and tomorrow, I'm getting up at the butt-crack of dawn to take a bus into downtown Seattle, perch my heinie on a bar stool and talk sports.  Watch sports.  YELL sports!!!  And the festivities begin at 10 am.  I've only got two buddies that will hold full-fledged baseball conversations with me and one that is a good football fan.  I have fandangled him into a day of football.  And maybe a few glimpses at one the Yankee/Red Sox doulbleheader. I almost wish Saturday was done so I can run off and watch the games.  Almost.

Also, I made some picks on Timbo's site, so I have to see how my games play out.  Sundays and Mondays are turning into my favorite days of the week.  Sunday football, monday night football on ESPN.  I'm giddy.  Like a girl.  Which I am. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!