At halftime of this game, I was so disgusted, I ran upstairs and raided the snack cabinet. Mixed nuts, tortilla chips, granola bars, I had them all in a ten minute period, hoping the food would wipe away the disgusting feeling I had that the Packers were going to soil themselves on Sunday Night National TV against their old quarterback. Mind you, this is something I almost NEVER do. I have an unwritten rule of not eating anything after dinner, something that helped me shed 25 pounds and keep it off. But the last thing I wanted to do was sit there in front of the TV at halftime and ruminate on how the Packers offense was ONCE AGAIN, shooting themselves in the foot.
Confessions of a Polluted Mindset - A Tale of Two Offenses
