Sunday, February 7, 2010
Uhh, do I know anything about football? Nah, not really. I try every few years, but it just continues to elude me. This year, though, at a party at my friend A's house, her mom served a cake that made the entire crazy game worth it. Also, they have this 25-year tradition of lining up rockettes style after the game and singing We Are The Champions. Everyone has to sing and everyone has to kick and sway and it was great.
Yes, those are bloody, dismembered, and buried players on the frosting field. Oh, and one impaled on a goal post.