Not a discussion of football here, but I should state I’m a New Englander by birth. While I’m no rabid sports fanatic, I like football enough to have cheered on the Pats for many years. But just in case your cave doesn’t have a cable connection, they, uh…lost. Big. In a game that was sorta important to their legacy as the only 18-and-0 team and the dominant pro franchise of the decade.
Anyway, I live in New Jersey, deep in NY sports territory. As it turns out the Giants are better than the near-perfect Patriots. Turns out too, that metro NY fans don’t like Boston much. While waiting for an oil change this morning, I heard on the radio that a new phrase was catching on rapidly in the area. Here was the example used: “I had a date with this nice guy, but it turns out that he lives with his mom…that is so eighteen-and-one!”
Okay, it may not be intellectually sparkling, but it’ll catch on around here. And it made me involuntarily slump and groan, just a little bit.
Apologies to all my friends who live with their parent(s), helping them with their everyday affairs… god bless you all.
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I found your site on technorati and read a few of your other posts. Keep up the good work. I just added your RSS feed to my Google News Reader. Looking forward to reading more from you.
Tom Stanley