Hell Freezes Over
Dec. 16th, 2003 06:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
muck_a_luckHeh. Watched the Dolphins and Eagles last night with The Husband. The first half anyway. Had gotten into a very punchy mood. To The Husband's delight and surprise, had fallen into knowledgeable fan mode - calling plays, yelling at the officials, screaming things like "run, run, run" and "catch it!" at appropriate times, mocking the blathering idiot commentators, complaining about the lack of defense, etc. Generally being a good football watching companion. For anyone reading out there in LJ land, I do not, never, never, never watch football willingly. It is not really an overstatement to say that I hate footbal. But was in a mood last night. Plus, they were scoring like crazy. A good game for a non-fan to watch.
las, the Dolphins eventually managed to lose after I went to bed.
Had a good laugh over poor, pretty Jason Taylor. He has apparently been endorsing Neutrogena skin care products. He was described as "metrosexual" in this article, and apparently he later objected (sounds like good naturedly), stating that he has a hard enough time with the guys in the locker room over the skin care ads, and he's never going to be able to live down being called metrosexual. I was howling! Anyway, it also occurs to me that last night I was thinking what a tiny little guy he looked like. Dude! He's like 6'6", 260 lbs, according to the ABC Sports site I was just at... He looked like a little weenie out there! Maybe it's becuase he plays defense with all the fat guys... Which makes me think that I did not make one "look at that big fat guy" comment last night. Do no big fat guys play for the Dolphins or Eagles? Or was I just not paying attention?
And speaking of fat guys, was quite put out over the inequity in eye candy. The Husband, as usual, kept growling at the camera guy for more shots of the cheerleaders, who (for which team I'm not sure), were dressed in tiny, tight little fuzzy red and white coat mini dresses, a la Santa's elves, I suppose. I actually found watching them dance pseudo-erotically in that outfit a bit disconcerting, but The Husband was quite pleased. Whatever. But then the blathering idiots start talking about how one wears black because it is slimming. Then, they showed the Eagle's head coach, dressed entirely in black. I could not find an unflattering enough picture of this man on the Internet in the 3 minutes I was willing to put into the search! He's gigantic! The joke about wearing black was very, very cruel! So this is what I get to look at, instead of cheerleaders! But then, to add insult to injury, the idiots start talking about how one of their camera men looks just like this guy. They come back from a commercial and>show a split screen of the shockingly obese camera man and the shockingly obese coach so that we can all compare and contrast! Hey! I complained to The Husband, who promptly said something like "You have all the players...in tight spandex." To which I cuttingly replied, "We're not watching soccer here!"
Heh. Soccer players...
OK. Work time now.
las, the Dolphins eventually managed to lose after I went to bed.
Had a good laugh over poor, pretty Jason Taylor. He has apparently been endorsing Neutrogena skin care products. He was described as "metrosexual" in this article, and apparently he later objected (sounds like good naturedly), stating that he has a hard enough time with the guys in the locker room over the skin care ads, and he's never going to be able to live down being called metrosexual. I was howling! Anyway, it also occurs to me that last night I was thinking what a tiny little guy he looked like. Dude! He's like 6'6", 260 lbs, according to the ABC Sports site I was just at... He looked like a little weenie out there! Maybe it's becuase he plays defense with all the fat guys... Which makes me think that I did not make one "look at that big fat guy" comment last night. Do no big fat guys play for the Dolphins or Eagles? Or was I just not paying attention?
And speaking of fat guys, was quite put out over the inequity in eye candy. The Husband, as usual, kept growling at the camera guy for more shots of the cheerleaders, who (for which team I'm not sure), were dressed in tiny, tight little fuzzy red and white coat mini dresses, a la Santa's elves, I suppose. I actually found watching them dance pseudo-erotically in that outfit a bit disconcerting, but The Husband was quite pleased. Whatever. But then the blathering idiots start talking about how one wears black because it is slimming. Then, they showed the Eagle's head coach, dressed entirely in black. I could not find an unflattering enough picture of this man on the Internet in the 3 minutes I was willing to put into the search! He's gigantic! The joke about wearing black was very, very cruel! So this is what I get to look at, instead of cheerleaders! But then, to add insult to injury, the idiots start talking about how one of their camera men looks just like this guy. They come back from a commercial and
Heh. Soccer players...
OK. Work time now.
