I did watch the Oscars last night (well half of it before I fell asleep) and as much as I’d like to offer up my thoughts on the winners and losers, I didn’t see any of the movies. At all. Except for “Coraline” which was only nominated for one Oscar, I think. Most of the movies sit atop my Netflix queue, where they’ve been for months, with the dreaded “very long wait” next to them. I’m beginning to wonder if Netflix even has these movies… is it some big Netflix conspiracy? Either way, I’ll save my Netflix rant for another day.

Even though I haven’t seen any of the movies, I’ll comment on the Oscars anyway, since that’s how I roll.

- I wish Neil Patrick Harris had been the host. I got excited when he walked out on stage to kick off the night. I loved him as Doogie, I loved him as Dr. Horrible, I loved him as host of the Tony awards, fuck, I just love him.

- During Steve Martin’s and Alec Baldwin’s opening monologue, I wondered one thing: Was George Clooney only pretending to sit there like a smug prick, or is he really one?

- Ben Stiller’s “spoof” was Epic Fail… for the second year in a row. Here’s an idea, why not walk out on stage and show some respect for an 80-something year old award? Or at the very least, be funny.

- I LOVED the John Hughes tribute. Mostly because I loved John Hughes. And Molly Ringwald. Jon Cryer… not so much.

I’m so over this friggin winter (remind me I said that in July when I’m whining about humidity and heat). Commuting to work in cold, rainy, snowy, windy, cold crap every morning is whipping the life out of me. I try to tell myself that we only have another month (FUCK) to go until my mornings are a little better.

And don’t even get me started on that whole “Spring Forward” bullshit that’s on the horizon. Just as I’m beginning to get used to actual sunlight when I leave my front door each morning, daylight savings time is going to take it away from me again.

It’s leaving me to epic screw-ups at work. And I’m talking EPPPPPP-ICK… like setting up a conference call for your boss and sending all call participants onto a line that is already in use by someone else. Fun! Thank goodness I have one of the nicest bosses ever. Mean Boss would’ve reamed me out for that one.

On the plus side, I never tire of watching Ben Roethlisberger make a complete ass out of himself. Again. Nice one, Benny.

Remember the days when I used to incessantly bitch about Monday holidays? Yeah, those days are gone as I sit here in flannel pajamas – on a Monday holiday – sipping coffee and trying to decide if I should go back to bed or watch a movie. Life is grand.

But what’s not grand is the fact that my NFL DT’s have started to kick in. The glow of watching Peyton Manning lose the Super Bowl only goes so far. One week, actually. And I know this because it’s a mere seven days later and I’ve got the shakes. (Spare me your “Truck Day” bullshit. I don’t give a rat’s fucking ass about a stupid truck carrying stupid baseball bats to Florida. Not a rat’s ass {please excuse my crankiness – I am withdrawing after all}).

To keep my mind occupied, I have been watching a ton of Olympic coverage. The Winter Olympics is akin to putting a sports nicotine patch on my arm. It soothes the cravings but is by no means an adequate replacement. Except for figure skating. I love me some figure skating.

I’ve also been knitting like a machine. It’s soothing, I tell ya. Although, the dye from this yarn I’m working with is turning my fingers blue.

What a glorious day I had today. I took the day off, and of course, the Saints defeated the Colts last night in epic fashion.

I’m not one to brag, but last night I told my dad that the Saints were going to defeat the Colts. He said he hoped I was right but he thought there was no way the Colts would lose. No way. And for the second time in the last ten years, I was right and he was wrong.

The first time, of course, was in Super Bowl 37 when he thought Rich Gannon and the Raiders would easily crush the Tampa Bay Buccaneers. Hello, their QB was Brad Johnson, for crying out loud! I, on the other hand, thought that Raiders’ coach Bill Callahan was merely running a team off of what now-Bucs coach Jon Gruden had created. There’s no way the Bucs would lose. Bucs Safety John Lynch summed it up perfectly halfway through what ended up to be a blowout: “They’re doing everything exactly like Coach said they would!”

I was right and he was wrong.

2 points Angela, 0 points Dad.

But, last night’s game was amazing. And I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again, could Drew Brees be any more likeable? Geez, does that guy make me happy. I’ve always liked Drew Brees anyway, since his Chargers days and he single-handedly saved my fantasy football season when I accidentally missed the draft and was able to pick him up from the reject pool.

And Sean Payton, what a friggin game he called. I screamed when the Saints pulled that surprise onside kick. I squealed like a pig in shit. That’s how you fucking win a Super Bowl, dudes. There is no tomorrow. You pull out all the stops. It was a far cry from the pussyfooted crap the Colts pulled out of their “masterminds”. But then again, the Colts played like pussies all year long. Arrogant conservativeness. You have to go balls to the wall. Just ask the Philadelphia Eagles, who you might remember played the fourth quarter of Super Bowl 39 as if it was the first.

I don’t think I’ve cheered so hard in a non-Patriots game. My heart pounded as I sat on the edge of my seat. You can have your “pastime” status, baseball, but the NFL IS America’s Game.

Congratulations, Saints fans. You never forget your first.

This morning, my dad imparted some of his wisdom on me regarding this year’s Super Bowl. “It’s impossible to enjoy a Super Bowl after your team wins a few,” he said. He added, “I used to always enjoy the Super Bowl, no matter who was in it. Not anymore.” So true, pops.

In general, Super Bowls just don’t feel like they used to. For one, the commercials aren’t that good anymore. My dad thinks good Super Bowl commercials died with the attempted assassination of the Budweiser Frogs. Which reminds me, I forgot how totally awesome Terry Tate, Office Linebacker is:

Secondly, the halftime shows have sucked for years. Were they ever good? Does anyone even watch them? They’re too long. I’d much rather the regular 15 minute halftime and save the concert crap for the MTV Video awards or something.

At least this year has a compelling match-up… Peyton vs. Drew. I’m sure it goes without saying but in our house, we’re all about the Black & Gold tonight; the “Who Dat” crew, if you will. You can imagine the frustration I had in trying to explain “who dat” to my dad. He still doesn’t get it. I don’t really either, for that matter.

My boyfriend summed it up perfectly when he gave me his five reasons for why he wants the Saints to win tonight:
“1. I hate Peyton Manning.
2. I hate Peyton Manning.
3. I hate Peyton Manning.
4. The Saints have never even been to the Super Bowl before so that’s cool.
5. I hate Peyton Manning.”

My only hope is that it’s an entertaining game.