I get an email from Kegs'n'Eggs on Sunday at about noon, "On the train back from two feet of snow in DC and GTown smacking Villanova", so I'm thinking, oh, how nice for this lovely Georgetown fellow to provide us a place to watch the game that is now going to be overcapacity AND under-prepared. I walk into Kegs'n'Eggs to completely expect a disappointment. Dude is making Sliders, and Mac'n'Kev is already there. Expect a disappointment? Shame on the BuDaMan. Best-Super Bowl-Ever (save for SB XLII, but that goes without saying).
A gathering of good friends is always a good time, so I'm not going to pretend that my friends are more fun than yours, but they probably are. No one cared too much about who won. I was the most outspoken because I've been hating on the Saints all year, I was Pro-Colts. Most of the group was rooting for the underdog Saints, which is more than understandable. I do hate Jeremy Shockey. A lot of bark for not enough bite. Anyway, my buddy DaMayo informs me that by rooting against the Saints, I was apparently Pro-Hurricane, and Pro-George W. Bush. Well I stated that I was actually Anti-Earthquake (Pierre Garcon), and he was Pro-Earthquake, which isn't cool. DaMayo then said that Jonathan Vilma of the Saints is also from Haiti, to which I said there is no way that Vilma is more Haitian than my garcon Garcon. No way. We proceeded to refer to the game not as being for the Colts or Saints, but being Pro-Earthquake or Pro-Hurricane. Fairly enjoyable.
SIDE NOTE - Apparently neither Vilma or Garcon are very Haitian. Vilma was born in Florida after his parents had been in the US for about 12 years. Garcon was born in New York. Despite what you may believe, my garcon Garcon isn't very urban either, grew up in Carmel, New York. But the dude is definitely MORE Haitian. Check it. Although both are referenced, Pierre's got the picture, AND the touchdown. That settles that?
After I get to the party and realize that the Mac'n'Kev is already there, the Sliders are cooking, and 2/3 of the Mac'n'Kev Bro-Crew had arrived, I was feeling prett-ay, prett-ayy good. Many more showed up, and some with fantastic and tasty treats. A cake in the form of a football field with goal posts and players made of Teddy Grahams, GTFO! I was full with beer and wings, and cookies and cake and buffalo hot wing dip by halftime, and I-was-a-hurtin'.
At the start of the evening we had started a Box Pool. Pretty Simple, $2 a box. Well, somewhere along the way (I think it was kickoff) we realized we still had A LOT of boxes to fill, so we reverse-split the pot and everyone doubled the number of boxes they had. The Mac'n'Kev-Crew started to pool, collected the money, and his brother, The Franchise, won the half (we only had money for the half and final) and his girlfriend, Madame Franchise, won the final. Like, are you fucking kidding me?! Shenanigans!
Oh right! There was football! (If you don't want to read about football, and want more on the party, continue down to the RED text) I remained Anti-Earthquake through the evening, as I've remained Anti-Saints all year long. Honestly, I can't imagine a team that is less deserving of a Super Bowl title than the 2009-2010 New Orleans Saints. Who throws a shoe (onside kick's coming out of the half), honestly?! If they lost, everyone who have been questioning that play AND the 4th and goal from the 3 when they got muffed. Don't get cute Sean Payton, this is tha motha eff'ing Supa Bowl! People (idiots) are calling Payton's gamble the "best ever in Super Bowl history". Timeout. I'm going to go with "No" on this one. They were down by 4 points with 30 minutes of football left. This was a ballsy call, but a gamble? You know both teams offenses are going to touch the ball at least 7+ more times in the game at the worst case scenario, so where is the actual gamble? You assume Peyton Manning is going to get to the 40 yard line, you can only hope to contain him, so what the fuck. It was a ballsy call (I say), not a gamble. It paid off, and got them 7 immediate points, to which to Colts then scored another 7 almost immediate points (5:26 after NO scored with Pierre Thomas), and then the Saints got the ball again eventually kicked a field goal. After 2 New Orleans possessions, and 1 Indianapolis possession into the 2nd Half, the Colts were ahead 17-16. Did the onside kick win them the game, bitch please (must have a mental disease). The only real thing it did was take Dwight Freeney out of that one drive because for some retarded reason he didn't suit up in time for the kickoff. Like, you're paid to play. PLAY MOTHA EFF'A!
So I pretty much knew the Saints were going to win, because they have been making me look retarded all season, and go fucking figure, the first year I'm running my blog, some dumbass team makes me look like a damn foo'! Different game if Freeney is 100%, and Bob Sanders plays. Oh well. I'm done with football talk, now back to some awesomeness from the party!
(Here is the continuation for the party chatter) One of the high points for me personally was the Saints 2-Point Conversion that almost wasn't. CBS went to a commercial, and all the Pro-Earthquaker's were vocalizing their dismay with the call. I decide, as a Pro-Hurricane Asshole, to stand up in front of the room of 20 and say, "The 2-Point Conversion didn't count and it doesn't matter because it is not a reviewable play!" This was the quintessential BuDaMan-against-the-Saints for the 2009-2010 season. Bold claims made by me, then the football Gods (led by those uppity Saints*), only to prove me utterly and completely wrong. Yes. Two-Point Conversions ARE reviewable. And it WAS a 2-Point Conversion. Well, it got a good laugh. (*Seriously, who do those Saints think they are?! Where do they get off being the first team to lose the final three games of the regular season and then win the Super Bowl. Bunk! Bunk to that! Totally not trying to be racist, even though I was Pro-Hurricane & Pro-GWBush. There, I said it. You know you were thinking it.)
Finally, the most awkward portions of the night ALSO came from yours truly. I'm a big "The Office" fan, so for some reason I decided to make obscure references to the show that no one in the room understood. You know when you make a joke, it bombs, and you can hear crickets? Even the crickets were in silent awe of how bad my joke was. I usually try to diffuse bad jokes by pausing for a moment and saying, "Bad joke", whilst smiling. In my profession, Architecture, it gets a laugh or chuckle about 23% of the time. Someone will be talking about bike storage and changing rooms and public bathrooms not fitting in a building, and I'll say something like, "Well we could just have one of those outdoor hoses, like at the beach...", and after about 3 seconds of no one getting the bad joke I say, "Bad joke", whilst smiling. My 23% success rate is high enough that I will continue to try.
So back to my bad "The Office" references. I think one time I said something Michael Scott meeting Katie (Pam 6.0) and he says "Cock's in the hen-house", then Dwight repeats him, and then Michael says, "Don't say cock's..." I said every single word of that scene, no one got it, and then I had to spent 5 minutes to explain it. Kegs'n'Eggs lovely Law School friends (that are girls) must have thought I was a fucking lunatic. Fortunately for them, their pre-judging will get them far if they already have me nailed down. Hiyo! Thank you and goodnight!
QUICK NOTE - The BuDaChick was the only one who really didn't like The Who. She kept saying "Look at them! They're barely moving! Bruce should play every year!" I can't disagree with what she said, but they weren't terrible. The stage was cool, and the drummer looked younger than ever. None of those songs really had anything to do with sports, but whatever. TP and the HB's! Bruce! They rocked the shit.
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