I'm Not Sure Why ESPN Hasn't Made Me A Job Offer Yet

The Super Bowl: my game plan was for Chris to watch & drink beers while I made steak taco salad, chili, pico de gallo, & guacamole (which I used to confuse with Guatemala when I was younger). Once the game began, however, I sat down & started watching.

Now, I'm no football fan. I don't really know the rules. I kept saying stuff like, "So if it's __ down, how many chances does that mean they have to make a score?" and "So, why do they have the ball again now?" and "What the heck is a 2-point conversion, & why doesn't everyone do that all the time?"

Fan or not though, I did see early on that the Saints - Who Dat?* - were playing some excellent defense. I got excited & starting talking about how great it was. I exclaimed, "Wow! They are just so amped to be at the Super Bowl! When they tackle someone it's not like 'uhhhhhh.'" [Note, when I said, "uhhhh," I made a face & slow-motion fall down move as if I were a 90 year-old man falling down out of my chair]

I continued, "No, when they tackle someone, it's like 'bope!'" [Note: When I said, "bope!" I made a hook-like motion with my arm, as if I were simultaneously punching someone & taking them down at the same time.]

In my mind, this made perfect sense. My husband, however, just looked at me, laughed, & said, "Wow. You should be a football commentator."

* I don't really know what "Who Dat?" means. My guess is it means, "Who is that?" but I'm not entirely sure what that has to do w/the Saints.