i could watch this all day

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LULZ

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oh yeah

forgot to bog it in the appropriate entry... my third favorite thing of the browns-jets game:

me [to the nice people in front of us who'd retrieved a glove and a lens cap for me because yes i'm that clumsy]: i'm sorry! thank you so much.
guy in front of me [joking]: what's wrong with you? you're throwing stuff everywhere!
me: i'm not used to the browns doing anything right, i guess i'm so excited i don't know what to do with myself.
kid in front of me: so where are you from? where do you go to college?
me: college?
kid: yeah.
me: i'm 28.
kid: really?!
me: i'm an old woman!
kid: it sounds so sophisticated when you say it! [grinning] old woman.


the best part? he was wearing braces.

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because hating the yankees is more important than supporting your football team

so sunday i attended my first nfl game since 1992, and except for initially being convinced i was gonna be killed and eaten by certain nearby jets crazies, it was a pretty funtastic experience. by the time jamal lewis made that final ridonkulous run, i was so delirious with hypothermia i was shrieking and hopping and clapping "go baby go go go!" and now i'm a little afraid i'm officially irrevocably emotionally invested in yet another sports team. oh, right, i guess i could get to the point of my post title sometime today... after it was all over, most of the people i saw filtering out of the stadium were elated browns fans, arfing and barking and all that dawg poundy shit. even i got a couple giddy grins and woofs and fistbumps (pleasantly startling -- i kept forgetting i had a jersey peeking out of my ginormous coat). of course, there always has to be a douchebag: as i stood near one of the escalators waiting to hook up with my family, a group of browns fans filtered past and i noticed one of them looking at me like he had something to say. i looked over, clearly all wtf, and he goes (in the most peevishly queeny tone ever, AND as he's still moving in the other direction, i might add) "[nodding derisively at my woolly yankees hat] a browns fan AND a yankees fan? [pause pregnant with bitchiness] that's a contradiction." excuse me? the football team we both like just won and is possibly maybe poised to grab a wild card spot and all this asshole could do was pick on my baseball team? may his tiny penis be devoured by a swarm of starving midges as he sleeps.

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