On team spirit… and… disturbed peace.

Dearest,

It’s Monday night and I’m watching football because… go Birds. I’m not all rahrah into it because it’s basically the wwf at this point and I’m obviously writing this. And…

I’m laughing at the likelihood that you’re probably a Patriots or (worse) a Cowboys fan… or Giants - sheesh… fandom’s a battlefield (especially when tailgating).

Could you have strayed that far? I’m going to assume that the Delaware river water soaked in and you bleed green. If so, you should go to labcorp because…. Blood’s not green. Also, keep your blood inside please… nobody needs to be bleeding anything.

Here’s the thing- you could wear your cute cowboys jersey and I’ll take you for a cheesesteak and go to the game and… you’d be safe. We’d be mocked relentlessly… cartoonishly…. but it’d be hilarious & nobody would bother you (assuming your earbuds have noise cancellation because… they wouldn’t- but… it’s still Philly) ;)

Always,
-B

PS - It’s so ridiculous that we’re not watching it together… (you can read a book if you’re holding out for a cowboys game). Bahahaha. If we’re here, let’s get there already?