My house is a very, very sad house.

His house is a very, very sad house. He and his son watched the playoffs together. It was so sad that the depressed human couldn't get out of bed Sunday morning to go to church. He hardly could eat a lunch. He didn't feel like talking and above all had the most unpleasant undercurrent in his step and mannerism.

I can understand why they were upset at the game. It seems that the Patriots played against the Broncos and couldn't get the rhythm of the game together. They were not in cadence or sync with each other. I even had a hard time watching it and with the sofa coach being a referee in the room telling them all about the bad plays; I found it difficult to listen to the random comments that permeated the space. Their team lost.

I have been in Gillette stadium watching the Pats...it was awesome and I can't wait to go again. Unfortunately in every type of competition through out the world there has to be a winner and a loser.

I understand the winning and losing and the plays and bad referees' calls but I refuse to be overly depressed about losing the championship. Yes, I know.... to all of you various sports fans -- as I was told several times this weekend “you just don't understand. You haven’t been a fan that long the two of us grew up being fans”

Maybe I don't have the depth of the disappointment that they experienced, but I do feel bad about the Patriot’s effort ... but proud they accomplished what they did to get there. I have played Fantasy Football and now am playing Fantasy Superbowl and enjoy the challenge it gives me each week to try to beat the guys I am play against.

But in the tradition of his curmudgeon personality --- what really frosted me was: after the game I had let (his) the 11 year old cat outside to romp in the cold windy weather, the cat sat at the door for over an hour meowing to be let outside and wasn’t out for more than 20 minutes to take care of his needs, when the sofa coach brought the cat back into the house…the sofa coach loudly announced to me in no certain terms: I am never to put the cat out of the house unless I have his permission--the cat could freeze to death (the cat's fur was coldish to the touch) WHAT ????

In my mind I was thinking, poor birds I wonder if they freeze to death in 35 degree weather . In response, after a salute and a huffy "yes sir", I looked at him. Despite his good looks, lean body, very smart mind and good job ---I proceeded to thank my lucky stars --- I am not married to him and that is why I am not married to him. Maybe I am wrong but I’m happy! 
Back to my safe haven in the world.