We do!
There has been a request to do play-by-play blogging as the game progresses. Challenge accepted.
First, we must set up a blog appropriate bet. Hmm. Ah!
If Zane wins, Julie will quit taking pictures through the peephole and inviting Ocho over for dinner.
If Julie wins, Zane will stop screaming "Big Daddy wants his meal, woman!" as he ascends the stairs in the evening.
Let the games begin!!!!
3:33pm. We enjoy a little Top Chef before the showdown. Noshing on cheesy bacon dip Momma Gould delivered yesterday. Zane is wearing a green t-shirt (as he always does on game day) and Julie put on a blue t-shirt to mock his weekly ritual.
3:35pm. Julie is asked not to keep reading what she is writing aloud.
3:35:24pm. ...
3:57pm. Zane "picture in picture"s the game before ours so now the loser of this Top Chef challenge has a football game in her belly. You can see in her sad eyes the indigestion must be too much. She goes home and the Falcons get a touchdown.
4:01pm. Julie clarifies that she only signed up to watch one game today. Now after watching 2 repeat Top Chef episodes, she can't catch the latest one she hasn't seen because the Falcons just tied it up with 32 seconds left in the game.
4:03pm. Sigh.
4:05pm. Colts win. Surprise surprise. Wait... weren't we watching the Falcons? We flipped again.
Sidenote: I am enjoying seeing the "Boy Ads" on TV. I watch so much girly television I'm used to toilet paper ads and diaper creams. (My favorite is some ad with a creepy clay kid saying "ewww" to regular liquid medicine.) Now I am inundated with sandwich commercials, beer hawking and that awesome looking cheesy gordita crunch. I'm sold. Can I get fat through commercial osmosis?
4:15pm. Kickoff. Zane has already gone to the bathroom, put his electronics away, and is perched on his chair in anticipation. My mom enjoys watching Zane watch his boys play because she never sees him yell and I think on some sick level she likes seeing him cry.
What are these announcer men wearing? They need wives to dress them. Yellow shirt, white collar, polka dot maroon tie. Blegh.
4:16pm. Consensus is that we are all pleased they are wearing their normal uniforms. This whole "throwback" concept has been irking us.
4:23pm. Zane is sounding pretty pleased so far. In order to combat this, I will take this time to let you know he is wearing Jets underwear. That's right. These sacred man panties... "manties" if you will, were on the top of the list of what to pack when we moved. So take that. 0-0 still.
4:25pm. Pats flea flicker fail. Zane chortles.
Sidenote: What do you think Bill Belicheck looks like in pink? or lavender? or anything but grey? Do you think Bill B. wears Patriots underwear?
4:28pm. Confusion on the field. Fumble? No fumble? Is there proof? Challenge by Pats. Commercial. ...4:31pm still fumble, Pats lose timeout. Zane stays quiet and polite.
4:34pm. PATS INTERCEPT FOR A TOUCHDOWN!!!! Zane swore, I cheered. He then turns as I open my laptop and sassily says "Write about it." Thank you Mark Sanchez, you are responsible for a lot of great plays this year. Unfortunately, most of them were to the benefit of opposing teams.
4:52pm. End of 1st quarter. Zane's been shaking his head a lot. The refs and teams have seemed confused throughout. Woah, they somehow had one last play with 00:00 on the clock. Pats got another touchdown. Zane is now spending more time on his computer. I'll let you know if he smiles again. 0-14 Pats.
5:08pm. I've decided to root for the Jets. It's just too sad watching us anihilate them. It's more fun to watch a close game. P.S. I just asked Zane how to spell "anihilate" but he won't tell me. I think he's mad. Sorry you have to suffer with bad spelling because he's a poor sport.
5:10pm. It's annihilate. I had to look it up. 0-21 Pats.
5:16pm. What'd I miss? What'd I miss? I get up to go to the bathroom and there are shouts. I guess we got ANOTHER interception. The sadness is palpable.
5:23pm. In the spirit of football, I've decided to take the time to boil and fit my new anti-grinding mouth guard. The water's heating as I type.
5:38pm. Zane smiled. I smiled because he smiled, but my mouth guard is too bulky to notice. 7-24 Pats still ahead but at least it won't be a shut out.
5:51pm. Embarrassing missed field goal by the Pats. Zane just "Oooooooo" ed but didn't rub it in. There's a smidgen of optimism in his occasional noises. Let's hope, because Ocho is set to grace us with his model-ness at 7pm for dinner otherwise!!
5:56pm. Halftime. We all eat a cookie.
Sidenote: This isn't a very exciting game for me to be play-by-playing. Maybe that will change in the second half! I still wish the Patriots snag a win, just that Zane has a small ounce of hope that is quickly squashed at the last second! Bwa-ha-ha!
Other sidenote: Maybe I should play-by-play my cookie eating. It's a bit more exciting, and everyone's a winner. The chocolate chip was down on the 1st, but it really pushed through in the last drive and wound up being the 4th down into my stomach. 0-7 Julie.
6:17pm. My mouth guard fits well in case you were wondering.
6:17:04pm. "There you go" Zane gently encourages his team as they score another touchdown. It's like a kindergarten teacher whose student just learned how to use their Fiskers. P.S. I ask Zane if touchdown is one word or two and THIS TIME he pleasantly tells me one. Sheesh.
6:19pm. No, I'm not eating cookies with my mouth guard in, that's just gross.
6:21pm. It's a 10 point game, Zane has set his computer back down and is actually devoting a little more attention to the big screen. 14-24.
6:29pm. Z: Oooooo! J: What happened? Z: He grabbed him and drove his head into the ground.
6:30pm. Z: Oooooo! J: What happened? Z: He fumbled the ball. J: I think I should start actually watching.
6:41pm. Apparently Brett Favre is a serial butt slapper. The men announcing say so, so I believe it. Oh to be Brett's teammate. :) Yet another thing he and Edmoney have in common. First being their ages, of course.
6:46pm. OMG Mark Sanchez!!! Just sit down on the bench. Sit there and think about what you've done. You had all the time in the world, had a great fake and then royally screwed it up. Interception by Pats. Stop making it so easy, Sanchez.
6:56pm. Repeat previous entry only this time he "threw it away" right into the arms of a Patriots guy. Way to go Marky Mark.
7:01pm. Ocho's a no show. Hehehe, I just wanted to type that.
7:03pm. Yet another NE touchdown. It doesn't look this easy when Zane and I play with his football in the park across the street. I think between Brady and my new mouth guard I'm inspired to actually try and catch the ball next time we go out and throw around the new ol' pigskin. 14-31 Pats.
7:13pm. 3 minutes and 33 seconds left in the game. Which means about an hour left in the game.
7:24pm. Still going... 5 seconds. Zane's dad calls so they can commiserate.
7:24pm. Time's up!!! New England wins. Jets attempted hail mary... so close, didn't work. Final score: 14-31.
Zane is upbeat and not sad. He expected this to happen. In true New York form, he knew his team would bomb. Go Jets?
I am indifferent, as I always am with sports. Go Pats?
Actually no. I am not indifferent. I am thrilled. The game has wrapped up and now I can proceed to my favorite Sunday night event: Bridezilla marathon!!! All in all, everyone wins.
Except Zane. He double loses.
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