At happy hour this weekend, I happened to have one eye on the game. I'm no football fan, but I like big butts and I cannot lie...
So, I'll admit, I was halfway paying attention to the men in tights. Suddenly...
Triple P: That man is riding his team mate like a pony in the end zone!!
Mr. Pear [glancing up at screen]: Oh yeah. Excessive celebration.
Triple P: Huh?
Mr. Pear: Excessive celebration. Yep. See - the ref is calling it. They're getting a penalty. 15 yards.
Triple P: For riding a man like a pony?!?!?
Mr. Pear explained (briefly, because he's not particularly a fan of the game either) the history of excessive celebration and the banning thereof. Makes me sad. What's not to like about a bunch of grown men riding each other like ponies and, in general, reveling in their big score in the football game? Besides, celebratory acts, excessive or otherwise, are so subjective. For those of us not actually interested in the actual game, it's one of football's saving graces. I'll take a 350 lb. man's funky chicken over some choreographed cheerleader routine any day of the week!
My anaconda don't. want. none. unless you got buns hon.
(Are you going to be singing that all night now? I've found it both amuses and soothes the boy.)
So ladies (yeah), Ladies (yeah)
Do you wanna roll in my Mercedes (yeah)
Then turn around
Stick it out
Even white boys got to shout
Baby got back
tears have formed. you are hilarious.
Posted by: kate Hagen | January 07, 2009 at 09:20 AM
Oh, that song!!!! That was just going around here and I had to say, "Seriously? Can you just stop." Now it's running around my head again- perfect!
Seriously now- ditto kate. More, more!
Posted by: Flo | January 07, 2009 at 10:36 AM
Ha!!!! Taking me back....love it!
And now one for you.."We like the cars, the cars that go Boom...we're Tigra and Bunny and we like the Boom"
Watching grown men gyrating is the ONLY reason I tune in to football...
Posted by: Dawn | January 07, 2009 at 12:10 PM