Dynasty: different drama, same shoulder pads

Dude, we won the Super Bowl. AGAIN.

I'm just not used to it. Having a world championship Red Sox team AND a friggin 3-fer Patriots Team in the same year, much less the same millennium, is like getting asked to the prom by the Captain of the Wrestling team AND Mr. Enriquez, the hottie Spanish teacher. You want to go with ME? Really?!?
But I don't have huge tits, I'm not a size 0, I got a crazy Aunt Bernice who's always in the papers for mall streaking, and my brother's in jail for his eighth liquor store robbery. But no, it's true--you both got the limos waiting outside, and look at those pretty corsages!

Watching the Pats win, over and over, has made me, obviously, a get-on-the-bandwagon-like-the-rest-of-us-schmucks-fan. But I am OBSESSED. I watch Sports Center at 6AM, 7AM, and 8AM--even though they keep showing the same program. I think Chris Berman should run for office. I am having an "Inside the NFL" party on Thursday to watch the highlights and get rid of the leftover beer. (Jesus Christ must have been one of our Super Bowl party guests and bestowed a blessing on the fridge, because the more we drank, the more seemed to appear.)

While you guys enjoy the parade and ensuing snowball fights with Boston Police, I'll be sitting at work, hitting "Refresh" on Boston.com, over and over, just to catch a little glimpse of my favorite boys. Tommy, Dion, Corey, Teddy, and Willie--if you by chance go to Disney Land out here instead of Disney World--please stop by. I got plenty of beer in the fridge and the highlights queued up and ready to go.