Is today’s headline my prediction of tonight’s game.
Not a chance. After the Gii-ants lost to the Skins last
week I’m betting on the Patriots. So is my son, Frank,
who wears his Tom Brady jersey during all the games.
I’ll be watching the game with him from our hotel room
here in New Yourk – and we’ll be doing Hindu squats and
Hindu pushups after every New England touchdown.
And if by chance the Gii-ants score a single point – we’ll
punish ourselves by pulling out chest hairs. Frank doesn’t
have any yet – and unlike the greased-up, oily pretty boy
bodybuilders, I ain’t shaved from head to toe. Just my face
and noggin tis enough, me thinks.
Now that some of you are inflamed and ready to curse me,
let it be known that I really don’t care who wins. I’m really
a fan of a great game – nothing more. So if the Giii-ants
do happen to win – I’ll be crappy for them.
I’ll be doing Combat Conditioning no matter what.
Get in now. The Super Bowl is quickly approaching and you’ll
want to be able to hang with me about then. There’s no value
in going through life being a couch potato or computer butt.
No guts – no putz.
Get cracking and life will reward you with greater energy and
tons of pizzazz.
Zen Master of the Internet
P.S. Be sure to check me out on the covers of some new magz –
go to http://ffadmin.wpengine.com and see what I mean.
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