I saw a commercial today where a lady was stressing out about her "thick" eyebrows. Suddenly someone showed up and gave her tweezers and some electric doodad and now she has scary pencil thin eyebrows and will live happily ever after. That's just silly.
Ladies, when you see your eyebrows, can you count to two? If you answered yes, then you're fine.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Sunday, October 7, 2007
The Plight of a 49er Fan
On January 29, 1995 I officially became a man. That was the date that after two long years of being a San Francisco 49ers that they rewarded my allegiance with a Superbowl win. It was glorious.
When my father had first strapped me into a chair at age 7 to learn the great American game of football I thought it was stupid. What the hell were all of these downs and turnovers? And the giant yellow posts at each just freaked me out. But as the season stretched on I began to see the point. I especially liked knowing something I could explain to my mother. By the 94 season things were looking up and the West Coast Offense came to fruition on the fateful January day.
Since then, things haven’t been so great. Oh sure, we made to the playoffs in most late 90s seasons, but never again to the Big Game. Most of the time the Packers were there to stop us, but I could never bring myself to hate Brett Favre. Now my team is going through a rebuilding decade. Sure, I can root for the Packers now that I’m living in Wisconsin but I don’t have that irrational, will sacrifice my first born for a win, devotion that I have for the 49ers. Instead I’m stuck watching the 49ers while grading tests, which is a lose-lose-lose situation. Lose for the 49ers, lose for me because I get grumpy and lose for the students because grumpy Paolo means lower test grades. For everyone’s sake I’m just hoping SF makes it to an 8-8 season.
When my father had first strapped me into a chair at age 7 to learn the great American game of football I thought it was stupid. What the hell were all of these downs and turnovers? And the giant yellow posts at each just freaked me out. But as the season stretched on I began to see the point. I especially liked knowing something I could explain to my mother. By the 94 season things were looking up and the West Coast Offense came to fruition on the fateful January day.
Since then, things haven’t been so great. Oh sure, we made to the playoffs in most late 90s seasons, but never again to the Big Game. Most of the time the Packers were there to stop us, but I could never bring myself to hate Brett Favre. Now my team is going through a rebuilding decade. Sure, I can root for the Packers now that I’m living in Wisconsin but I don’t have that irrational, will sacrifice my first born for a win, devotion that I have for the 49ers. Instead I’m stuck watching the 49ers while grading tests, which is a lose-lose-lose situation. Lose for the 49ers, lose for me because I get grumpy and lose for the students because grumpy Paolo means lower test grades. For everyone’s sake I’m just hoping SF makes it to an 8-8 season.
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