February 4, 2007 - A Day for the History Books

Happy Monday, Everyone. I hope you all enjoyed the Superbowl yesterday. Big Thanks to Butta for a lovely time and the yummy chilli. Although I was looking for an Anti-Superbowl Party to go to, I ended up at Butta's Superbowl Potluck Set and I must say, I thoroughly enjoyed watching the game. I didn't realize how much I actually knew about the game until I was right-on with the refs as I called every personal, traveling, and fragrant* foul that was committed by the players. Even with the lack of home runs in the game, I enjoyed the action of the game -- but more than that, the company, the food and best of all, the halftime show.

Prince TORE. IT. UP. Aside from the man being a musical genius, he is the only one that can work a guitar, a do-rag and some high heels in the rain and still break it down so that it can forever be broke. If anybody out there missed it, here's my favorite part of the performance when my original baby daddy so appropriately sang, Perpetual... Pouring... I mean Purple Rain as we lifted our lighters in reverence to the Androgynous King of Diamonds, Pearls and Pink Cashmere...



Seeing this made it all worthwhile. I can't imagine there ever being a half-time show better than this. The Super Purple People Eater, aka Prince, in my opinion, truly should be in the history books. And how appropriate that ths game was indeed a historical event -- setting new records and being the first ever Superbowl to be won (and lost) by a Black Coach and possibly (correct me on this 'cuz I'm assuming) the only winning Coach to aknowledge God in his victory speech.

Big ups to the producers and everyone who had part in making this game something that I shall never forget - even moreso because it is how I spent the first evening of being engaged to my new fiance, the G-Bear himself and my new Prince. (Let's see who reads this posting in its entirety).

I hope you all enjoyed your weekend as much as I did!

*Fragrant foul - Not to be confused with "flagrant foul". This is when a very large player piles at the top of a heap of players after a tackle and flatulates, forcing the heap of players to inhale his stank, therefore intoxicating them so that they are fuzzy-minded during the next play. Usually a 20-yard penalty.