all the time in the world
So tonight the Giants play the Cowboys. Have I mentioned how much I hate the Cowboys? I REALLY HATE the Cowboys, with the kind of visceral loathing I have otherwise reserved only for the Islanders. I mean, I don't like the Eagles or the Redskins - they are the Giants' long-time NFC East rivals - and I really kind of loathe the Braves and the Phillies after years and years of Mets' futility against them, but I hate the Cowboys the way some people hate the Yankees. (I personally don't hate the Yankees, though I find the kind of money they're throwing around this week kind of obscene, given the economy. Maybe they should bail out the MTA.)
luzdeestrellas and I like to discuss what Jared and Jensen might do to celebrate Cowboys' victories *shudder*, or, my personal favorite, comfort each other after Cowboys' defeats. Especially at the hands of the Giants. Ahem. Or like last week, when they thought they had the game won and then they lost. We imagine them slouching on the sofa, mellow from a couple of beers but keyed up with game day adrenaline, scaring the dogs with their shouting when something exciting happens (like, say, Tony Romo getting sacked, or Domenik Hixon running a kick return back for a touchdown *cough*). Jensen wears his Romo jersey, and Jared invariably teases him about how they both dated Jessica Simpson (which Jensen still denies), and it's a fun Sunday afternoon (or, in tonight's case, Sunday night) watching football.
I leave you with those happy thoughts as I go back to attempting to write my catchallathon story.
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luzdeestrellas and I like to discuss what Jared and Jensen might do to celebrate Cowboys' victories *shudder*, or, my personal favorite, comfort each other after Cowboys' defeats. Especially at the hands of the Giants. Ahem. Or like last week, when they thought they had the game won and then they lost. We imagine them slouching on the sofa, mellow from a couple of beers but keyed up with game day adrenaline, scaring the dogs with their shouting when something exciting happens (like, say, Tony Romo getting sacked, or Domenik Hixon running a kick return back for a touchdown *cough*). Jensen wears his Romo jersey, and Jared invariably teases him about how they both dated Jessica Simpson (which Jensen still denies), and it's a fun Sunday afternoon (or, in tonight's case, Sunday night) watching football.
I leave you with those happy thoughts as I go back to attempting to write my catchallathon story.
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