boo for the home team

I'm feeling a little sensitive today.

My mother called me after last night's ridiculously frustrating game (her sister called me after the big win on Tuesday--that's funny) and suggested that I take a book and a glass of wine to bed to get my mind off of it.

Bubble bath and tequila. Sort of worked.

And I know I should not have admitted this and should not repeat it, but I switched over to Miami Vice in the middle of the game. I mean, they were up by 24 effing points. Liam Nesson was a bad guy in a pale blue suit. It was a hot, humid night. There was even a bedroom scene--he took his shirt off. Oh no. I will not take personal blame for the suck-i-ness of the home team.

It is totally Liam's fault.

I will never watch Love Actually again when it shows up on Lifetime Network. He wasn't even hot in that movie. Was he hot in any movie? Colin Firth was cute-ish. And that guy that doesn't get the girl was too. Even though he did that dumb Bob Dylan thing. Why do they keep putting that in movies? I first saw that movie in Arizona in a dark hotel room with a bunch of hungover chicks. That was awesome.

What am I talking about.

Eff.

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