Miss Market has been much nicer to me than the USC sweater girls. For the male middle-aged college football fan fast approaching his dotage there is no greater joy than the TV shots of the Trojan gals' cheering. Fight on for USC! Thank you, ladies, for keeping me young in my own mind.
But I just wish you would have let Penn State score another touchdown to protect my investment in the Nittany Lions. Alas, you all prefer, as well you should, Mark Sanchez to the water boy. I should have taken the "over" bet instead of the spread as I was sagely advised by my all-knowing bartender but rejected.
More bowl fun to come, though. Now the BCS is exposed as the fraud it is. I'm a loyal son of old OU and wish in my innermost heart that the Sooners score another 60 points against Florida, but after last night's Sugar Bowl outcome, Utah (13-0), convincing victor over Alabama, should be proclaimed the national champion. Either have a playoff, or let the votes of the wire service polls decide who is the best. If it's the latter, I'd vote for Utah.
Keeping with the football theme into which the Southern Cal gals have roped me this week, I watched "Leatherheads" on pay per view after the game. My crush on Renee Zellweger is deeper than ever, though I may have to drop her for Paula Creamer when the LPGA reboots.
But then a sweater girl or two could change my mind.
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