Superbowl Forty is coming.

Last night I went to do something that I probably would have never done by myself. I went to ESPN Zone and watched the White Sox win the World Series. The reason why I wouldn't have done it before is because I don't like leaving my home. But, hey, it was my wife's birthday so I left my apartment and we went downtown. I made white sock puppets with white sock mullets and helped everyone cheer. My boss bought us all drinks. I saw the final bill...$573.
Then I came home and gave my wife her birthday presents.
We listened to our Sirius satellite radio boombox all night long. I fell asleep to it. I woke up to it in the middle of the night. Usually Paul Mooney is funny to me but when I'm just waking up, I'm not strong enough to get "the joke". So I went back to sleep mad at Paul Mooney. Then I woke up and he was on Howard Stern. Suddenly, after a nights sleep and in the context of the show for which my wife and I purchased our Sirius radio in the first place, he was funny.
Weird.
In retrospect, I was making fun of all the "southside racist", mullet-wearing, moustache having, white White sox fans all night. And I was really glad that there were plenty of black and mexican White Sox fans at the ESPN Zone. Then I woke up in the middle of the night and was mad at what Paul Mooney was saying.
The moral to the story is: Go Kansas City Chiefs!
I like football much better than baseball.