Superbowl and some other stuff

OK, the Superbowl:

I am ecstatic that the Patriots lost last night. The bar where I watched it contained some crazed Giants supporters (or Patriots haters, like myself) and people were nuts. When the Giants scored that final touchdown, we all were standing and screaming, jumping around like Tom Brady had literally been kicked in the junk and not only figuratively. This drunk Pats fan next to our table threw his empty glass at the wall (maybe he saw Manning´s face?) and walked out. What a poor sport. He was that guy who was yelling "What now? What now?" to all the Giants supporters when the Pats were up 14-10 near the end. I really hate guys like that. But he was a Patriots fan and what can you expect from those? This is the best part, even better than Tom Brady completely sucking yesterday: Patriots fans lost, too. They lost some confidence, some pride (maybe?) and at least a little dignity. The one bad thing is that now we all have to listen to them bitch all year that "you know the Patriots were the superior team and they deserved the win!" Yeah, but they didn´t, so shut up.

After the game there were some pretty sweet fights between a bunch of guys and also between some dumb drunk girls in Giants and Pats jerseys (knotted at the back for sex appeal, of course). Yours truly got a little involved but only because this guy pushed these 2 tiny little girls down to the ground and I chastised him. That´s not ok. He didn´t want to push me down, though, so that was good, although he did call me a bitch (if I had a dime for every time, I swear). I had a good time watching the actual game (especially the part where Tom Brady lost and cried... wait, did I imagine that?) but without the food and the couch the Superbowl just wasn´t the same. It was the very first time I really wished I could be back home. At least this bar replaced their former Irish stout, Beamish, with some quality Guinness. As soon as I saw that I should I have known the game would go my way.

In a related matter, I think Tom Brady is secretly into kiddie porn. I don´t trust anyone who seems that perfect. Also, I hate Eli Manning much less today than I did yesterday purely for beating Tom Brady and Co. Perfect season my ass, I have been referring to the Pats as "those losers" all day today. I think I´ll continue into next season (please, please give my Chargers the win!).

Just some random comments that don´t form any sort of narrative:

In Reno we have Mexican ladies who clean our house. In Madrid we have Mexican ladies who clean our house. Interesting.

I really enjoy learning Spanish words one day and then being able to use them in the next few days when I really need them. I have a perfect example. Chupa Chup lollipops (you know, the really good ones on the plastic stick) are produced in Spain and are a pretty big deal here. They sell them absolutely everywhere. So I was searching through my 501 verb book and discovered that chupar is the verb to suck in Spanish. I thought this was interesting and told my roommate (who eats almost as many Chupa Chups as she does apples, and that´s a shit ton). Fast forward to yesterday when I was chatting with Carmen about this vampire book I was reading. I had to use the verb chupar in connection with la sangre. It worked out.

I tried to watch some American tv shows on the internet here like I watch them at home. I got all the way through the website until I pressed play. Then they told me that I couldn´t watch them outside the U.S.... I was pissed and very disappointed. Stupid ABC...