Confessions of a Fugitive Mind
January 19, 2003
Just Call Me Cleo
I might not be ready to start up a psychic hotline, but I was accurate in my pick for the SuperBowl. I watched the Bucs and the Raiders battle their way into the championship game today. It wasn't as exciting as the Patriots' lucky bid at the bowl last year, but they were two well-played games. There were no real blow-outs - just good match-ups that tested both sides. I'd also like to mention that Sam started gloating after the Eagles explosive kickoff return, which led to a touchdown. Said something like "Aren't you glad we didn't wager on this? I'd hate to have taken your money." I just smiled. He was, of course, eating his words by halftime and swearing up and down that he liked the Buccaneers best. I wasn't afraid of a friendly wager involving alcohol, household chores, slavery, public embarassment, or the like. It would've been fun. And damnit, I would've won. There's always next week though...
Posted by criminal at January 19, 2003 11:28 PM