I’m pretty sure no one even cares about the 49ers right now, but due to the fact that
I spent six straight hours at the Blackthorn Tavern watching football while you were out reveling in the gorgeous Halloween Sunday and getting fired up for the Giants, I’m going to write this post anyway. So there.
That being said, do you know what happens when you start watching football at 10 a.m. and your team actually wins? You keep drinking. And you don’t stop drinking until after the Giants win game 4 of the World Series over ten hours later. And even then, you don’t stop drinking because you have a birthday dinner to attend. Which means that by the end of the day, you’ve consumed somewhere around 14 alcoholic beverages. Which means you’re once again considering rehab, taking a nap, and a side of bacon when and where you’re going to get your next drink.
But enough about you and your drinking problem, let’s get to what really matters: ME. Oh, I mean, the 49ers.
So we won. We beat Denver 24-16 playing “at home” in London. For those of you keeping track, that is our second win this season. As in, two wins and six losses. Which is why when I say what I’m going to say next, you’re going to think I’m cuckoo for Coco Puffs, five cans short of a six pack, four fries short of a Happy Meal, three feet short of a yard, two people short of a threesome a.k.a.: Completey effing nuts. But I’m going to say it anyway:
