Tom Brady is a bitch
NS November 4th, 2007
Tonight, I am dining with my enemy and I’m looking forward to it very much.
No, Ann Coulter is not arriving on her broomstick to flip her hair around and make tasteless Jew jokes, it’s Jen and her husband. They are coming over tonight to watch the New England Patriots v Indianapolis Colts game with us. We will drink beer and eat chili (a new recipe TNH and I are trying out) while we sit tensely perched on the edge of the sofas and watch the players of one team march their way to victory (ruining the other’s undefeated season so far), all while talking a whole lot of smack.
You see, Jen is a die-hard Pats fan and we are equally-as-die-hard Colts fans. J (Jen’s hubby) is sort of a fan by default so while he has to support the Pats to be loyal to his wife, I think if I could get him alone in the kitchen for a few minutes and ply him with booze and cigarettes, I could get him to secretly root for us too.
That sound you just heard was Jen’s head exploding in indignation.
This is going to be fun.
