Me and Tom Brady

I guess now is as good a time as any to reveal my sensational secret relationship with Tom Brady. Well, I say "sensational" but I guess "uninteresting" would be a better description, and I say "secret relationship" which implies that he is aware of my existence and this is not strictly true. But I did share a hotel with the Patriots a couple of years ago, the weak US Dollar meaning that I could afford something better in Phoenix than my usual Motel 6 located conveniently near to a slaughterhouse (and even that was better than the previous year in which I stayed in a slaughterhouse that was conveniently near to a Motel 6).

Anyway I can exclusively reveal that Tom ordered chicken at "The Cheesecake Factory" and that the Patriot's had part of the pool roped off to themselves (tragically this meant that "the lazy river" was closed for the duration of their stay). Given this inconvenience I am going to try to sit through a whole Superbowl for the first time in my life and, just to show that my NFL knowledge is as deep as my baseball knowledge, I'm taking the Giants to win 1-0 with a disputed offside goal.

Today's choice of music is this.