Cheeseheads Beware!

These fans don’t look too happy…

This is how it’s going down tomorrow:
The 49ers will send the Packers packing, go on to play in the divisional playoff game next week, where they annihilate whoever their opponent is, and head for New Orleans, where they win the big ass trophy and bring it to San Francisco where it belongs!

No, I am not a psychic. I’m thinking positive, happy thoughts.

That’s what fans do  😉



Well? Who’s It Going To Be?



I can’t stand it anymore.

Who will be the 49er place-kicker this Saturday? Doesn’t anybody have the inside scoop on this?  Are Akers and Cundiff  forced to compete the entire week before management makes up their minds?   Why am I asking you, anyway?  I’m sure you would have sent me the official word, if you knew it, because you know how passionate I am about football, especially 49er football – right?

If you didn’t, now you do. So please help me out here!  Contact me (or comment this post) when you hear of any news about the 49er’s kicker in the playoffs.


Thank you, my dear readers.  I feel much better knowing you have my back.  😉

Playoff Weekend is Here – Go Shopping!


Most women dread football season because 1) they don’t like football, and 2) their husbands/boyfriends do.

To them, I say Get over it already! Read a book, listen to your iPod, knit, prune your roses so they can go dormant over the winter months, walk the dog. Go shopping!

Football’s season is the shortest of all the popular sports. The Playoffs means there are only a couple more games left.  Playoffs weekend has games morning and evening Saturday and Sunday. Give your football fan the chance to enjoy themselves.  This means no whining or acting like a big baby while the game’s are on. Got that?

My hubby does not like shopping. So he behaves himself while I’m watching football. Sometimes he will even watch with me. I have a tendency to become violent  emotional, especially during the 49er’s games.  When I’m swearing at the referee’s, yelling at the other team, or screaming with joy, I tend to be a little loud. OK – really, REALLY  LOUD.

There is no “ladylike” in football…

   Dancing TomatoGO Niner’s!!