Go! Go! Go Black and Gold!

Ok, I am in full-bore-irritating-football-fan mode.

And yes, Barry, I mean 'murrican blood and guts football, where the violence takes place on the field, not in the stands. Well, less in the stands...

In a few hours, I'll either be inebriated, ecstatic, and kissing random strangers in a sports bar, or skulking about morosely. Lets hope for the former, and not the latter.

The Jets are going to choke. They may have rattled Roethlisberger the last time they met up, but now he has some experience with them, and I fully expect them to be at our mercy. Eat our 15-1 dust, you losers.

Also, I understand that Hank Williams Junior is a good friend of Bill Cowher. Does that mean we have to have him sing the national anthem all the freakin' time? Talent defnitely skipped a generation in the Williams family. Senior's a damned God, III is the Devil (and a damned sexy devil at that), and Junior's just some hack.

On a side note, I get to meet Odie's (official brother of Special Sauce) female compatriot today. (They can't date. Not only does she like modern country music, but she isn't a steelers fan, and likes chick flicks. I also believe she eschews feline company. fie! Fiiiiiiiiie!!)

Also- go check out the trailer for The Gingerdead Man. This is SO going on the top of our Cheddar Theater movie stack in March when it comes out. It is so ungodly bad, that it has to be good. I mean, Weasels Rip My Flesh was the worst movie of all time, but this... this may just challenge for second place.

Muwaha.

On that note, it's off to consume mass quantities of cheap draft beer, and get a little rowdy. Hee!