After the exciting game last week, the Patriots couldn't get it done. The game started out awesome with a flukey touchdown off a fumble, an easy running touchdown, and a wicked interception for a touchdown. They were up 21-3 and it looked so good that I think they relaxed and let the Colts come back -- just like the Patriots did with the Chargers last week. So, 38-34 for the Colts with the last play being a Tom Brady interception. Poo. This sucks. I feel gutted. And I ate too much party mix at Jeff and Trina's.
One bright point of the evening was that we ordered a really great pizza from Cosa Pizza on Roncesvalles. It was really floppy with a yummy tomatoey sauce that reminds me of the New York style pizza I had in Boston. It came with some forgettable bruschetta, so if you order from here, it would probably be best to decline the offer.
Well, Tony Dungy deserves to go to the Superbowl. And so does Peyton Manning. I don't really care one way or the other who wins. It's so boring to watch the Superbowl when your team isn't in it. At least I'll be more productive at work than I would have been if the Patriots were still in the running. Poo.