i may be a bird in a cage but at least it's your cage

At some point this fall, I picked up -- from Orson Swindle at Every Day Should Be Saturday, I believe -- the excellent phrase "sack of crazy weasels". As in, "Houston Nutt packed up his family and his sack of crazy weasels and moved them down to Oxford this weekend." Sack of crazy weasels! You guys, I love this phrase a lot. I want to describe everything and everyone in my life as having a sack of crazy weasels. Sadly, this is not true. The only sack of crazy weasels currently in my day to day life involves, well, me.


Two weeks ago, I said The littlest Manning is going to the Super Bowl, and if he manages to dethrone Tom Brady and the Pats, Archie will have to love Eli best for a whole year. And that is why I am rooting for the Giants in the Super Bowl.

ARCHIE HAS TO LOVE ELI BEST FOR A WHOLE YEAR, YOU GUYS. It was a fantastic game capped off by an amazing ending and a round of kamikazes for the bar. And the Tar Heels beat FSU in overtime even after losing their point guard to injury. Sunday was a pretty good day. Here, please celebrate Eli with a Ryan Parker penned victory song. (Song not suitable for Patriots fans.)

Also, I'm really, really hungover. That last kamikaze was a poor idea. shep. even told me it was a bad idea! AND YET, I STILL DID IT. Someday I'll grow up and be an adult, but that day was not yesterday, apparently.