I was watching the football game.
It was 49ers vs. Giants.
Go 49ers!!
I was eating really hot wings and drinking milk straight out of the jug.
Touchdown!!! I jumped out of my chair and did a victory dance. Whoop!
Then my dad walked in.
"Hey sweetie." he said.
"Not now, theres a 49ers game." I replied, a little too harshly.
"Ok then..." and with that, he went back into the garage.
Touchdown!
My dad just distracted me. I never got to se what happened.
Curse you!
I dropped my wings on the ground.
Aw, screw it. I picked up the wings and put them back in the box so I can eat them.
I moved the coffee table so the sauce that fell on the ground would be covered, and mom wouldn't yell at me.
Back to the game.
^*^
They won the game, 21 to 25. They are going to the playoffs, baby. Woo!
The next day, I wore my 49ers jersey to school.
"What's up, dude," boys kept telling me.
"Sup." I responded,"49ers won, remember when..." and I got all into the story, with a big circle of boys crowding around me. When I was finished with what I was saying, they were oddly silent. Then they cheered.
"Nice story telling, man!" People kept saying.
Well that ruined my mood.
I look like a man. That ruined my mood.