Tom Coughlin and his frostbitten face

Last night during the game when the Green Bay Packers were playing “those other people”, I noticed that Tom Coughlin, coach of “those other people”, had a really red, chapped-looking face. Actually, one of the announcers even commented on it during the first quarter.

This morning I got up and Googled Tom Coughlin and frostbite face and saw that two other bloggers were thinking the same thing.

Blades of Blue and Henry’s Travels. Henry, by the way, must be a cat because the address of the blog contains the phrase “four dainty paws” and there is a picture of a cat in the profile box . . . and he doesn’t tolerate tomfoolery. In fact, he has contempt for it.

Sitting on the sofa and my feet are chilled

On my butt – that’s where I am. Sitting here typing because otherwise I would just be sitting here. Not that there is so much wrong with that, but I am unhappy with it tonight. However, I am not getting up, which should tell me something about my character.

Watching Green Bay and the Giants; it’s halftime and the four sports guys with different strategies on keeping their heads warm. One guy has no hat and closely cropped hair – not smart; Bradshaw has a stocking cap on which looks a lot better than the beret he was wearing pre-game; Howie has the bomber hat on he wore some years ago at another super cold game and Jimmy Johnson has a band that goes around his forehead and neck, covering his ears. Well, you know how he likes to have his hair just so.

There is a new show coming on – they’re advertising it now, To Tell the Truth. A new show to humiliate people. It follows American Idol. I see a trend of yuckiness here.

Halftime is over; Giants at their own 31.

I wonder if the team I root for is doomed to lose. Poor Packers, then.

Never mind about my chilled feet.