Yup, winter’s end is officially around the corner, so continuing with McBournie’s efforts from Monday, I am going to bitch about the one time I got sick during the winter.
The appendix: it looks like a turd and has no foreseeable purpose. Yet when inflamed, can possibly become a fatal organ. Ladies and gentlemen, this is the story of how the Pittsburgh Steelers tried to kill me, yet I cheated death.
Sunday February 6, 2011 was like half of the Super Bowls I have experienced since graduating from college, the Steelers were looking to lock up another title. I didn’t have a good feeling going into the game, and Christina Aguilera, a 21-10 first half abomination and The Black Eyed Peas did nothing to dispell how I felt about it. I had a sick feeling in my stomach at the half, and little did I know that in about 24 hours, it was about to go boom-boom-pow. Continue reading Eat My Sports: The sports appendix