... the mutha-effin' Cardinals are going to the mutha-effin' Superbowl. The boy is as giddy as a kid in a candy store. And just as hyper about the whole thing.
Last weekend, we were lucky enough to get tickets to the NFC championship game in Phoenix. Attending, of course, was a non-issue. The fact that we even got tickets when the game sold out in six minutes was divine support. Or something like that. We drove up early that morning to tailgate with Dave and Danny, who prepared the food and brought a grill. We yelled, screamed, celebrated prematurely, cursed our defense, held our breath, and yelled louder than ever as the Cards won.
Let me repeat: the Cardinals won. They're going to the Superbowl. As Xavier was quick to point out (possibly through tears of joy), the Cardinals have been in Arizona for 21 years, and have never been to the Superbowl in that time. And we were there to watch it. And take pictures.
And you better believe we're having a Superbowl viewing shindig at our house. You're invited.