So in the upset of all upsets, the Giants beat the Patriots in the Super Bowl. I can barely deal with this right now. It’s like black is white; up is down; day is night. It’s the bizarro world. Seriously, the words: “Eli Manning, Super Bowl Champion” aren’t even in my vocabulary.
In order to make myself feel better and better connect with the scope of this blog, I personally blame Dr. Marlena Evans Black. If she hadn’t put Stefano in a living coma, perhaps the Dimera Vendetta would not have extended to Super Bowl Sunday. Or maybe I should blame Colleen Brady because had she not faked her death, sewed clothes for all of Ireland and kidnapped Claire, then Tom Brady might have his fourth championship ring.
