Unexpected Patriots Pride - Brainwashing Complete

The New England Patriots handed it to the San Diego Chargers today. As if I care?

Surprisingly, I do.

What the hell's happening to me? I think I like football. I must be sick.

My newfound fondness for football is strange indeed. Normally I scoff at a sport that encourages hulking men to toss each other around like rag dolls, often for salaries large enough to crack the global warming crisis.

My amped Pats fan sons eagerly watched their helmeted heroes storm the field on TV while their daddy watched them in-person from the nosebleeds at Qualcomm Stadium, just two hours South of us in San Diego.

I've been brainwashed. I admit it. I even like my kids liking football. They must be slipping something into my Starbucks.

If you can't beat 'em, well ... you know the rest.

No energy to make this post remotely interesting or decently written. I was out until 3 a.m. at my friend's birthday party in the Hollywood Hills. I hadn't seen her since we worked together as Internet news producers nearly 10 years ago. Her party deserves its own detailed post. The international crowd alone made the trip worth it. So many languages being spoken at once, all in one room ...

Until tomorrow ...

Ps. The spitter didn't spit or hit today. He was an angel. Chalk it up to the three-hour nap anomaly.