I almost went out and bought myself a Bud last night. Almost. But it was Sunday.
But when a Clydesdale is playing fetch, and running across Timbuktu to find his true love, Daisy, the world famous dancing horse, well, how can you not fall for marketing like that? Just kidding. Pretty much.
Other highlights of the game: The Boss, Bruce Springstein was in concert. Oh my gosh, highlight of the day. I LOVE Bruce Springstein. He was my theme-artist one summer, and his greatest hits CD had a permenant place in my CD player. He serenaded my every move, and was background music to my every thought. I still listen to him on a regular basis. So those 12 minutes ROCKED!
I REALLY wanted the Cards to win. I liked the story of Warner – you know, grocery store clerk turned pro-footballer, coming back late in his career to bring a young team that had never been to “the Bowl” to it’s greatest moment. It looked like they might pull it off too, but alas, the Pitts won. I hate sports.
Lots of good food. Too much good food. Crash diet, here I come.