It’s Super Bowl Sunday. Which means different things to different people.
Why did I go to the grocery store today! or
Man the grocery store sure is empty right now what’s going on? or
Commercials! or
FOOD! or
Katy Perry’s boobs (me because I really don’t want to root for either)
and the list could go on and on. Here at the Remick household it means it’s time for the historic-traditional-bi-tri-semi-annual-first time really Super Bowl grudge match between my cats and the wife. In it I have the wife use whatever scientific method she has to pick a winner. Next I write Patriots/Seahawks on pieces of paper. I throw the papers down in front of each cat and see which they pick.
(SCIENCE!)
Tensions have been running high. There’s already been two brawls and a soliciting a prostitute arrest(no names!)
FEROCIOUSLY COMPETITIVE!
wifebot: Seattle
Csonka: Seattle
Rasputin: Patriots.