This happened last week -- but it's only been in the past few hours that I've been able to actually research this and find that I was wrong. I don't like to admit that I am wrong -- especially to Mr. Man because I'm usually wrong when we debate something. This is one of those times where I was incorrect. So I thought that, instead of admitting to him that I was wrong, I would admit it on an internets blog that he knows nothing about. It's like admitting it to the Universe but not having to take responsibility.
I have not been shy about expressing my love for the Packers or the young man pictured at right. Additionally, their well being contributes to my own well being in that I am less grumpy because they play well, etc.
Sssoooo... Last Monday night, Mr. Man and I were snuggled on my couch watching the College Football Championship game between Alabama and Notre Dame. Well, he was watching it. I was trying not to snooze because, as I told him later, "If no one is running around with a green and gold 'G' on their helmet, I'm not really that interested."
Because I was bored, I did the 'chick' thing which is to talk while the game was in progress. In my defense, I was talking about football. The topic was Aaron Rodgers' post game press conference after their game against the Minnesota Vikings the previous Saturday:
