Saturday, December 17


My boys played something fierce today. I guess playing on Saturday agreed with them, because the defense? Stifling. The offense? Excellent. 28-0, bitches! My boyfriend Tom Brady is a god. And Tedy Bruschi was the Bru of old -- after he sacked Simms, he got up and did his celebratory strut. That's the first time I've seen him do that since he came back from the stroke. It's not just that we've got players healthy for the first time in a long time. It's not just that they're playing with a mission. Now they're having fun out there. This is a bad sign for the rest of the NFL. Not that I care.

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