Butt-Puckering Game
I'm now having what my father calls a "butt-puckering" game, which is where you are so invested in who wins that your body literally tenses. If the Colts don't beat the Patriots (and I'm not even asking for a kill, if they win by one point that's fine by me), I will, like, jump off a bridge. Seriously.
Watching this game is so nerve-racking that it's almost hard to watch. And as much as I think the Colts are an amazing team and that Manning is a football god, I have this sinking, sick feeling that Brady's just gonna pull off some of that cheatin' mojo and win it. It doesn't help that my dad told me the Colts are missing one of their best receivers.
Come on, Manning, work your magic!
Watching this game is so nerve-racking that it's almost hard to watch. And as much as I think the Colts are an amazing team and that Manning is a football god, I have this sinking, sick feeling that Brady's just gonna pull off some of that cheatin' mojo and win it. It doesn't help that my dad told me the Colts are missing one of their best receivers.
Come on, Manning, work your magic!