In a stunning turn of events, Wile. E. Coyote yesterday caught the Roadrunner and ate him. In related occurrences, Sylvester swallowed Tweety, Pepe Le Pew made sweet love to a black cat with a white stripe of paint on her back, and Elmer Fudd blew a hundred holes into Bugs Bunny with shotgun pellets. When reached for comment, Tom said nothing. His mouth was full of Jerry.
Congratulations to the New York Giants.
What else is there to say, really? They won and they deserved to win. If you're from Boston, tip your hat to the New York fans and move on.
By the way, this is a perfect opportunity to judge your neighbor. If you run into a Patriots fan today, and he/she has anything to say other than "Congratulations, New York!", then you know that person has little class. There can be no complaints. We weren't screwed by any calls. We had them, but they got away. The Patriots, bless 'em, just couldn't finish the job. It's as simple as that.
If still in doubt concerning someone's lack of class, just wait. If that person badmouths the Patriots, then you can be sure. The team gave us a great ride, right down to the final incomplete pass to Randy Moss. Anybody who makes this out to be a bigger tragedy for themselves, rather than the team, is just a pure grade-A 100% a-hole.
That's all I've got today. I had written a story about a past Super Bowl - you'll get that tomorrow - but the above needed to be said today.
