the day we've all been waiting for: xliv

The great blizzard of 2010 had kept the Hov's and I from making it back to Championapolis for Super Bowl gloriousity, so instead we are making the most of it, snowed in to their Chateau in Shadyside.While we are hoping the pens game helps pass the time and cure our anxiety, I've whipped up a little pre-game snack for your reading pleasure...enjoy!

T'was the morning of super bowl when all through the hova house Not a creature was stirring, not even Dallas Clark; The Colts helmet was perched on the vizio with care, in hopes that the big show would soon be on; The love birds were nestled all snug in their bed, While visions of victory danced in B's head; And Bitty in his beer box, and I on the couch, had just settled down for a quick game of tetris.

While down in Miami there is heaps of Colts thunder, making Saints fans waiting for their defense to blunder. Away from the blizzard Bri & Jen flew to the beach, tore open the patron & took to the streets. The moon on the ocean in gorgeous M.I.A. makes all the Colts fans anxious for today.

Around 6pm our team will appear with hopes of a second Super Bowl victory in four years. With our glorious quarterback, so lively and quick, Drew Brees will be wanting to S.his.D. More swiftly than a bobcat coach Caldwell will lead, call plays and shout, and call out to his team;
"Now, Mathis! now, Peyton! now, Collie and Freeney! On, Addai! on Sanders! on, Garcon and Diem! To the depths of the end zone! Through the uprights with the ball! Now rush away! Block away! Tackle them all!"

In a twinkling the nation will hear Colts country roar, we'll savior the glorious feeling like we haven't tasted victory before.
Our defense needs to stay tight and so closely bound, leaving the Saints offense to wonder just how to get a first down.

The one thing that kills me about the team from a city being re-built, is a man from SoCal who has my all heart. He is handsome and dreamy, a favourite SC alum, I won't cheer him on tonight, not even a fist pump; A burst of his speed and a twist of his head, I hope he doesn't leave me with loving him to dred.

Now we patiently wait until kickoff time, countdown to NFL is already on and its barely past nine; Molly is busy already prepping her dips and Hova and I are anticipating heaps awesome blitz. May our hometown heros do everything right, keeping peace on the westside and leaving no one to fight. The grace of our offense finding the end zone a plenty, And out scoring the Saints and leading Peyton to bigger than powerball money. When we wind down to the end of the game, may we spring to our feet and cheer on our victorious team. And Irsay will hold the Lombardi trophy & proudly exclaim, as the Saints dwindle out of sight, "Happy Super Bowl to all, and to all a good-night."

Go Horse!
-XLIVvie