Not a good day for the Irish!
I am not a fan of
Notre Dame University.
I would not say that I hate this institution and their teams, but I am usually cheering for the other team that is playing against them. I feel this way because it seems that Notre Dame receives preferential treatment by the sports media and by the television networks. Notre Dame can have a mediocre football season and still get a bowl bid because of their fanatically devoted alumni and fans. The media knows that Notre Dame is one of those institutions that fans love, even if they are not an alumni of Notre Dame. A father of one of my friends loved Notre Dame and this father never attended a day of college in his life! Notre Dame seems to hold some kind of strange mystique for some people I guess. It's just like how some people get all excited about celebrating Saint Patrick's Day, and they are not of Irish descent. Somehow I believe these two oddities of loving of a college one has never attended and putting on a green hat while drinking green beer on Saint Patrick's Day are interrelated...it's like some kind of weird Irish-Catholic voodoo spell has been put on the people that fall into this group.
As I said earlier, I am not a fan of Notre Dame University. Obviously I took some pleasure from seeing that the Notre Dame men's basketball team lost in the first round of the NCAA tournament yesterday, the day before Saint Patrick's Day, to lowly
Winthrop University.
Did I tell you that I picked Winthrop to beat Notre Dame in the office bracket pool? I think I'll drink me one of those green beers now!
Flashback Friday: Happy New Year 2007!!!
OK, I know I have not blogged in quite some time. In fact, I have not blogged at all in 2007. What better way to resume blogging again, then to reminisce about how we rang in 2007?
Over the past few years, Mrs. Colon Blow and I have opted to stay home on New Year's Eve. We just do not want to deal with the crazy drunks that are out driving that night. Mrs. CB usually just cooks up a couple of lobster tails, makes a great dinner and we wait for the new year to arrive. Actually, I usually wait alone while she sleeps next to me on the couch. I shake her at about 11:45PM, force feed her some champagne at midnight and shuffle off to bed a few minutes later.
This year we invited Mrs. CB's sister to come over with her husband and two children (my 3 year old niece and 5 year old nephew) for a New Year's Eve sleep over.
We started out the evening with another great dinner and plans to watch the
Chicago Bears play the Green Bay Packers after dinner. Unfortunately, watching the Bears v.s. the Packers was a big disappointment unless you were a Packers fan. It was so bad, I did not argue with my brother-in-law when he suggested we switch the station and watch a college football game instead.
Mrs. CB and her sister decided to "tackle" another form of entertainment after dinner with my niece and nephew. They decided to assemble a gingerbread house from a kit that they bought a couple of weeks before. As you can see from the above photo, the experience was quite exhausting for my dear sister-in-law.
We put the children to bed after the gingerbread house was assembled and got down to some serious New Year's Eve partying!
To be honest, we were too tired (and I for one too old) to party very hard. But hey, don't we look like wild party animals in the above photo?
