Ah yes...
Dad's little quarterback Peyton Manning is now a champ by winning Superbowl 41. It went well considering the crappy weather and all the turnovers. I'm quite surprised to see a QB checking down and calling running plays instead. I expected a more whiz-bang passing offense but I guess you can't win that way in tough conditions.
Feels great to see a good son get to where he was dreaming off since he was a small kid. Now he gets to play... just play the game without the pressure, and just do what he loves to do. He'll probably be an even more lethal signal-caller with that monkey off his back.
Come next season... I'll still be cheering for the rebuilding 49ers and Tom Brady's Patriots. (He is the modern-day Joe Montana) And it will be fun matching number 12 and 18 against each other again come playoffs.
Its been the 5th time I've locked myself out of a car, and I really have to be more careful. My best Macgyver impersonation was no-good last night because apparently my old wire tricks don't work with the newer models.
I've actually learned how to open up our old car because after the 1st time I locked myself out, I asked a security guard from UST to teach me how to pop the lock from outside using a wire. The succeeding times, I could proudly say I got myself through, but this time around it didn't work because of some fancy locking mechanism used by toyota for their more recent models.
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