I really don’t give a rat’s donkey’s behind about the Denver Broncos, given that I DO give a bird’s behind about the Arizona Cardinals and the Philadelphia Eagles.

But the Cardinals couldn’t even make the playoffs this year, and following the Eagles will just make you sad, so I am happy to report that my husband is happy because Gnorman, The Broncos Gnome, did his work today and made the Donkeys beat the ever-lovin’ tar out of the Patsies, whom I detest.

(It’s not the Patriots I despise so much as I loathe Tom Brady and his obnoxious wife who cannot shut up after her husband loses a game.) 

And I really like Peyton Manning, who is funny and smart and dedicated and good. It is such a shame he didn’t come to Arizona to play.

We also got Bonus Besst when a dear friend, Joe, came to watch the game with us.

But I digress. The Donkeys have made it to the Super Bowl. May they kick the guano out of the Seahawks.

© E. Stocking Evans 2014