Sports crap
What Happened to John Kerry’s Face
Last night we had the State of the Union on TV for a bit while fixing dinner, when the camera panned to John Kerry for a minute. Frnakly, he looked pretty horrible, and had a shiner around each eye. “Holy crap, what happened to him?” I asked.
Neither my husband or I had any idea, so after a quick Googling, we discovered that Mr. Kerry was apparently involved in some kind of hockey game incident (is that redundant?) “over the holidays” that resulted in a broken nose.
Now, Kerry is 68 years old. What the hell kind of hockey was this? Don’t answer that, I have a feeling it could have been played with Nerf equipment and very likely could have ended like this.
I don’t get hockey.
Super Bowl Party Stuff
Today’s search, “Super Bowl party stuff,” filled me with dread.
You see, I hate throwing parties. Even when my kids are involved, I grit my teeth and soldier on, preparing invites and pinning up balloons. I don’t know why I have this aversion to parties — maybe it’s the thought of a bunch of people converging on my happy place, or more likely, the thought of having to clean clean clean both before and after. Or maybe it’s buying a bunch of crap for a ton of money that will essentially just be tossed once things wrap up.
Anyway, months ago my husband mentioned wanting to do a Super Bowl party this year. I’ve thrown exactly one Super Bowl party in my life and it was not my favorite experience. However, I told him I’d make a deal with him: if his favorite team, the San Francisco 49ers, make it to the Super Bowl then we’ll have a party.
I thought for sure it was a long shot and I’d get to spend Super Bowl Sunday in my comfy sweats on my favorite spot on the couch. Right.
Anyway, today I bit the bullet and looked up Super Bowl party supplies. Do I go full-on fanatic and do the team-specific decor, or mellow it out a bit and do generic football decor for those guests who may still be feeling the sting of their own team not making it to the Big Game? I know everyone there won’t be 49ers fans, but they are the only reason we’re throwing the party in the first place, so I think we should rub it in a bit.
This could be all for naught, of course, and I could be breathing both a sigh of relief and defeat this Sunday evening (because I do really want them to win, I just don’t want to have to hold up my end of the deal!).
What the hell are the Habs?
So I had to look up the Habs today. I have Canadian friends chattering about it constantly during hockey season and I remember seeing what the name stood for once, but every time I see it I think “Habaneros,” and I know that’s not right.
Sooo, according to Wikipedia they are Les Habitants, ooh lala.
No. I reject that and will continue to call them the Habaneros in my head.