So the
big day came for the Super Bowl. I ate a nice big breakfast knowing that the
game didn’t start until later. I was ready……then I fell asleep. I was dreaming
of potato chips and beer and a Chihuahua sized football being thrown to me in
the end zone, me catching it and the crowd going wild. It was a lovely dream.
When I woke up, the game was over and the Broncos had lost by A LOT. There I
was naked in my bed, knowing that I caused this horrible upset because I wasn’t
wearing my Bronco’s outfit. How can Mr. Manning possibly win a game without my
devoted clothing support? He can’t, that’s how. It is because of my 10 to 14
hour nap that the game ended as it did. If I would have just thrown on my
jersey before I closed my eyes, those Seahawks would be flying out to sea if
you know what I mean. I do think someone else is to blame for not having me
flown in a private Chihuahua jet (with snacks on board) to the game to make
sure that something like this didn’t happen. I could have been on stage with
the newly named Red Hot Chucky Peppers! I could have been eating Bruno Mars
Candy Bars! Sometimes life just isn’t fair, even for me as spoiled as I am.
This should be a humbling experience but I doubt it will be. It would take
something really big to make me humble.
Chuck
Super
Bowl Snoozer
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| I liked my dream way better than the game…I missed. |
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