... fine tradition of hating each other by playing a very entertaining Monday nighter.

Really the only words for it was: couch-defying. As in, I defied gravity's influence towards me on the couch, as the game launched me off it with Ronnie Brown's game-winning touchdown.

I was like a younger, whiter, less athletic, less competitive, poorer, Michael Jordan taking off from the foul line. My six-inch vertical leap had me brush the heavens with ecstasy.

And now it's Thursday and I'm ready to start complaining again.

So let's do this thing (I promise I won't compare myself to Michael Jordan again).

The only thing I could glean from this game—that didn't have me giggling like a schoolgirl at a Jonas Brothers conce...

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