After a season suffering through wild swings of joy and rage, I somehow couldnt manage to care that the Eagles went to the balmy weather of Phoenix, AZ and halfheartedly lost to a ragtag band of also-rans. This is where the Eagles really excel – taking all their potential and squandering it, losing, ultimately, to a team that didnt deserve to make the playoffs and probably should have been disbanded along with their entire division.
Ah well. At least its a holiday. Tomorrow Obama gets sworn in and on Wednesday, the streets will be paved with gold. (“Oh there are no cats in America, and the streets are paved with cheese….”) I imagine that good ol GWB will be hit by a falling house on his way back to Texas and his striped-sock-clad legs will shrivel.
Lastly, and on a non-cynical note, today is also Michaels Birthday – wish him a happy one, everyone!