Eh, whatever. Adequate. What was up with those creepy, scraggly beards? Is that a flat-part-in-the-middle-of-the-country fashion thing? Remind me to never go to Kansas.
So somebody was running the ball, I forget who, and they ran across the field, and disturbed some pigeons that had to fly out of the way real quick. Pigeons? I know they're not the smartest birds, but what did they think they were going to find in the middle of a football field? There's got to be better places in a football stadium to find food.
Update, 4:45: Goooooooo EAGLES!!!!
Update, 4:55: Football players sure like to touch each other a lot.
How come my fucking quiche filling never fits inside my fucking deep-dish pie crusts? The people who write the recipes need to get together with the people who make the pie shells and figure it the fuck out. Maybe Fresh Pepper can explain it.