Tag: Super Bowl

Chiefs vs. Buccaneers

Super Bowl Sunday is my favorite day of the year. Even if I’m not emotionally invested in either of the teams that have earned a spot in the NFL’s championship I look forward to the big game day, and this year I have warm and fuzzy feelings for both teams.

Studly Doright and I live in Florida—home to the Tampa Bay Buccaneers, so it’d be nice to have fans of the home team sporting championship t-shirts for the next year. In fact, if they win I know what I’m getting Studly Doright for Valentine’s Day.

But, Patrick Mahomes is the star quarterback for Kansas City. He’s a Texas Tech alum, and my loyalties were given to Texas Tech before I even left the womb. It doesn’t hurt that Patrick’s adorable either.

The Chiefs have their work cut out for them today. They’ll play in Tampa Bay giving the Buccaneers home field advantage. And then there’s the Bucs QB, Tom Brady, who even if you hate him is indisputably the greatest quarterback of all time.

That’s Brady, on the left, when he still played for the New England Patriots and #15 Pat Mahomes, on the right.

I refuse to make a prediction for the game since my guesses always seem to jinx the team I’m rooting for, but may the cutest quarterback win.

Peace, people!

Big Game Day 2020

Super Bowl Sunday is my favorite day of the year, and now that I’m retired, it’s even better because I can sleep in on Monday.

I still maintain that the day after the big game should be an actual holiday; although, perhaps the NFL championship game should be decided on Saturday instead of Sunday, thus solving a multitude of problems. I have a feeling that work and school attendance suffers on the Monday after the Super Bowl.

Since things aren’t likely to change in the near future, I’ll just make my prediction for tonight’s game and be done with it: Patrick Mahomes, who played college football for the Texas Tech Red Raiders, will lead the Kansas City Chiefs to a decisive win over the San Francisco 49’ers.

Go Chiefs!

And if they lose and Patrick needs consoling, I’m here.

Peace, people!

Big Game Monday

The day after Super Bowl Sunday should from now on be known as Big Game Monday. The post office should be closed. Schools should be on holiday. People should have the opportunity to recover. I’ve said this for years, and I don’t know why someone hasn’t taken action.

Who must I contact to make this happen? Troy Aikman? Terry Bradshaw? We all know Congress won’t do a damned thing. Figuring I’d go right to the top I wrote this letter to the First Fan:

Dear President Obama,

Hey! How are you? How are Michelle and the girls? I’m a huge supporter. Huge.

Listen, I know you’re busy, so I won’t waste your time. We need to declare the day following the Super Bowl a national holiday. I know you watch the game, and I think you might be the person to make this happen. A little Executive Order ought to do the trick.

You know productivity on Super Bowl Monday is practically non-existent. Americans are hungover and sleep-deprived. Half the country is depressed because their team lost. The other half is giddy. No one is getting anything accomplished.

What do you say? It’s worth a try. Of course, I don’t really give a flip who wins this year, but the Cowboys might be in the big game next year, so let’s make this happen.

Oh, and Boehner is a party pooper. 😉 Keep giving him hell, and bypass him on this one.

Sincerely,
Nana Noyz

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How do I make sure he gets my letter?

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Not entrusting it to this man, for sure!

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C’mon in! Stay awhile! If our President comes through we don’t have to go to work tomorrow!

Peace, People! And thanks to Pinterest for the memes.

No Bucket

There will be no bucket kicking for me when the time comes. Instead, I’ll be flinging a champagne flute and relishing the sound of breaking glass as I bid adieu to this life. All the same, I do have a list of things I’d like to do before my final day on earth. Thus…

My Champagne Flute List

1. Walk the runway in a fashion show. I’m not picky, either. Walmart, Kmart, I’m ready to strut in style.

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2. Score backstage passes for any of the following acts:
A) Huey Lewis and the News (yes, they’re old, but I still have a tremendous crush on Huey)
B) Katy Perry (she fascinates me)
C) The Rolling Stones (of course)
D) Sir Paul (duh)

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3. Sing in a rock and roll band. Preferably my own, but I’m open to suggestions.

4. Learn to play drums. Studly refuses to cooperate on this one. I can’t imagine why.

5. Tour Europe with a group of friends. None of those 10 countries in 11 days tours, either. I want a leisurely, relaxed tour with lots of wine and beer.

6. Take each of my grandchildren on individual, no holds barred expeditions to a destination of their choosing.

7. Spend a week at a spa with my daughter–one of those exclusive, all-inclusive places where we can relax and recover and talk.

8. Enjoy a drive through wine country with my son while listening to podcasts.

9. Corral my brothers and their families, my cousins and their families, and my children and grandchildren for a much needed family reunion.

10. Attend a Super Bowl with Studly, preferably with the Cowboys representing the NFC. Okay, any team. It doesn’t look like Jerry Jones plans on selling the team or hiring a real GM any time soon, and I’m not getting any younger.

11. Publish a novel and go on a major book tour.

I really need to start working on these. Cough. Cough. Another glass of wine, please.

Peace, People!

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