The Giants had an amazing game yesterday.  It was so intense I was biting my nails.  Intense!  The place I went to watch the game ruled because it seriously had every game on, and there was a Browns community there too.   Which struck me as odd 'cause the Browns are poopy.  Like their colors.  But I wanted very much to see Palmer and the Bengals kicked the poopy Browns so I was happy.  Seriously though, the Giants game.  Insane.  And, I was 4 for 4 yesterday on my football game piks.  I highly recommend everyone go to sportspickspros.com and see my name on the top of the cool person list.  I rule.

I ended up doing something really cool.  I stepped of the curb and sprained my ankle.  It's swollen to size of a melon and has changed some pretty psychadelic colors that just don't seem natural.  And it hurts.  Bad.  So what did I do?  I decided to walk all over Seattle in an effort to walk it off.  I think i just made it worse 'cause I had to give up on walking.  When crossing the street seems like crossing the English Channel with no arms, it's probably not a good thing.  And my buddy had to carry me.  That is probably the only thing I'm scared of, being picked up.  But he kinda pulled a fireman thing and before my swollen ankled retardedness could react, I was halfway to the pub.  Now I still can't walk.  I feel lame.  I've never sprained my ankle.  I met another Giants fan at the bar yesterday, and for some reason he was telling me that he's broken his ankle a couple of time and it hurts more to sprain it than break it.  About 2 hours later I was hobbling around and he gave me a call from the ER 'cause when he left the bar, he re-broke his ankle.  Yesterday was not a good day for mentally challenged Giants fan to be walking around. 

I'm so rambling.  Check out my cool person status.  My life has meaning for the week.