In 2008, we watched the Giants pummel the Patriots in our freshman college dorm room eating too much Wings Over Worcester and fighting over whose team was best. (Clearly, I don't care if it was a pummeling or not, I love the Giants.)
In 2009, 2010, and 2011, I have no idea what we did. I was less interested. We graduated that year, and the next year, 2012, we were brought together for a rematch. I met her at her childhood home and we drank legal margaritas and watched the Giants again pummel the Patriots. She (as a true New Englander) clearly is unhappy about my winnings.
This past year, we lived together again. Excitedly, I got the night off. And then disappointingly, she invited people I didn't know well into our home to watch a match we didn't care about. I made them mediocre cupcakes because they were requested.
I was deeply disappointed in the game. I was sort of upset that I didn't get my "dude-time." The game was a blow out (Ravens were killing the 49ers). The halftime show was wonderful. The lights went out in the dome. I fell asleep before the game ended, missing the exciting part of the game (the 49ers were coming back at the Ravens).
The cupcakes weren't great. Nor was the night.
I owe myself more "dude-time" and better cupcakes next year. I'm going to force it.
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