Super Bowl Number Six Baby!

My fingernails are chewed raw and my adrenal glands are shot. My heart still hasn’t composed itself. My eyes feel like burning from staring at the screen without blinking. Simply put, it was a hard fought game but I managed to pull it out. I yelled “miss it” at just the right times and told James Harrison to “never look back” when he intercepted the ball and returned it for a touchdown. I was NOT responsible for the fact that Casey Hampton was wearing what appeared to be a pee-wee football helmet.

So here’s a little tribute to the boyz (can I use a ‘z’?) in Black & Gold.

Never Miss Any Goodness

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