Yay, the Super Bowl is over. Am I happy about this? Yeah, sorta. The only team I hate worse than the New England Patriots is the New York Giants. I was glad to see someone finally knock the Patriots off their high horse, but I was sad to see that it was the Giants. I was glad to see that when the Giants’ Plaxico Burress predicted the score, cocky jaundiced ass face Tom Brady laughed it off, suggesting that the Patriots would get well over the amount of points Burress had predicted, but I was sad to see that it was the goofy retarded less talented floaty-eyed Manning brother Eli that put Brady in his place.

I was able to profit 22 bucks on the game. I put 10 bucks on tails on the coin toss. Tails never fails. So I started the game up 10 bucks. I also had a $50 parlay on the Patriots -12 and the over, which was 54.5. I could tell in the first 5 minutes of the game that this was going to be a losing bet. So, I took the 20 bucks I had from the coin toss, and parlayed Giants +6.5 and the under 24 for the second half, and won 82 bucks, for a whopping profit of $22, which was enough to cover almost half of the cost of the pizza I bought for my gang.

The only real loser in the scenario was the viewing public, who was subjected to an absolute snoozefest, and one that not even 144 ounces of CH3CH2OH could liven up. Oh wait, I take that back, Tom Brady and the entire Patriots organization, which assumed victory for two full weeks prior to the game, were the real losers.

Anyone who reads this blog knows that I enjoy observing interesting human behavior. There are plenty of posts on the subject. If you are interested, go dig through the archive. Anyway, there is this lady at work that arrives at roughly the same time as me almost every day. I do not know her name, and she does not know mine, and we never speak to each other. Some days, I will follow her in the door. I could write an entire post about my secret door navigational logistics, but I will save that for another time. So, the yesterday morning, I park my truck, and I see her approaching the door. Then she turns around and goes back to her vehicle. I correctly assume that she has lost of forgotten her card key. I sit in my truck for maybe a minute or two listening to something on the radio, then head for the door. When I get about 85% of the way there, she comes up behind me and asks if she can follow me in because she doesn’t have her card key. I say no problem. I open the door and let her in, and then I go in behind her. Now, usually when I enter a door with someone else, I immediately go the opposite direction as they do to alleviate any unnecessary pressure, but my knee was hurting so I went the same way as she did. Maybe 10 steps inside the door she starts talking about the wind. Is it supposed to be windy all day? Wasn’t it windy all last week?

Shit. I opened the door, and now I am expected to give meteorological data? Damn it! This is why I always go the other way.

What is it about people that make them feel the need to make chit chat? If she had her card key with her that day, neither one of us would have been saying anything. So, apparently she had a certain level of discomfort that made it feel necessary to say something. It is interesting to wander around and take mental notes of when people feel compelled to make small talk. That way, if there is ever a scenario where it should be happening, but isn’t, you can make it happen yourself. Also, it might be wise to get a degree in meteorology. It would probably make for a fun time if someone mentioned the wind, and you went off into a 15 minute diatribe about pressure gradient forces, the Coriolis effect, Eolian processes, and baroclinicity.