The Lombardi Trophy is home, baby.
So. Psyched. I was screaming at the TV like whoa. Pretty sure everyone who lives near me is scared of me. Especially after I loudly threatened to eviscerate the ref if he didn’t call at least of a few of the times Clay Matthews was being held.
Holy crap. I almost had a heart attack in the third quarter when they apparently forgot they were supposed to be playing football. I’m gonna go…have an adrenaline crash.
Its Mr. Rodgers neighborhood, bitch.