I was actually in New York city for the game, but found the Kentucky bar in NYC (as you can see from the picture above.) I came home to find the town in quiet despair…nobody even cared about watching the final game.
So tonight, instead of watching the game, Paul and I went to our favorite Cajun restaurant around the block.
Last week they were giving away free meals for anyone who came in and made their jeans into jorts. Apparently, it wasn’t enough. Sad, sad weekend.
Oh, and Spike ate our blueberry bush.