sucked in... and tuned out again.

i found that i was really excited with the fourth quarter of the super bowl. (and yes, i still haven't emailed that guy from kenya enduring ethnic strife... see my last post). even through out most of the game i was making cheering and grunting noises to myself. reba gave up before halftime and went to bed. this left me to continue these prehistoric war calls to myself.

i guess living just minutes from UT and armies of burnt orange clad football fans did a little to sway my usual, stern 'i hate all pro sports' stance. maybe it was also the underdog tail or perhaps the NYC nostalgia.