Let me guess: Did you go in and sing you wanted a $5 dollar foot long as they do in the mildly catchy commercial jingle we all see or have seen on our Plasma TV's or LCD's?
I can do it too do you know. IN FACT, don't be surprised if some of you on here see a crazy but wickedly entertaining video clip of yours truly screaming incoherently like a wild animal whose been kept in a damn cage and is looking to go into Guerrilla Type mode if we ever win the SB, this year or any other year. I will be so damn inebriated it will take several orgies and maybe a massive one for good measure for me to feel adequately satisfied after we win the Lombardi Trophy anytime soon or ever.
Mardi Gras will look like a social club gathering in New Orleans compared to that eventuality.
And we will fight for our rights to party like uncivilized uncooperative frat boys on speed.
Every damn minute of it too.