Happy Tuesday! I hope you all had a great MLK weekend and were able to give back to your community in some way. I had a phenomenal weekend, even though each day was busier than the previous one.
If you don’t know, I’ve started to get into enjoying/watching/learning about the sport of football. It started about 5 years ago. I thought watching the Jaguars games together would be a great way for Southern Dad and I to bond. (Growing up, my sport was basketball, and bad-a$$ Latrell Sprewell was my man.) Even though he gave me the side eye at first, once he saw I was serious, he actually started answering my questions and teaching me a little bit. (Yes, I know this story has absolutely nothing to do with my title, but just stay with me; I’m giving you backstory.) So, this love for the Jaguars grew into a love of football. Though the Jaguars will always be my team, I enjoy watching good match-ups, like the play-offs. Last week during the divisional round, I was able to get a good look at Mark Sanchez, quarterback for the New York Jets. Noticing he was a little cutie, I looked him up on Wikipedia to check out his story. I shared with my soror @ISayWord, who is my football watching buddy, that he was 24, originally from California, single (the most important thing on the list), and enjoys going to plays on Broadway. I was further impressed when I found out he gives back to his Mexican community by volunteering and speaking and working with kids. It was after this research that I decided Mark and I will be married. We can go to Broadway plays together, volunteer, and just enjoy life.
Now, I have to admit I wasn’t going for the Jets last week when they were playing the Colts. I mean, HELLO! They were playing the Colts. But to everyone’s surprise, the Jets pulled out a win! And they surprised everyone again on Sunday by beating the Patriots. I guess I should stop underestimating them, especially since I’m going to be Mrs. Mark Sanchez someday. I told my mother last night about the marriage and that she was going to have Blaxican grandbabies, which was alright with her. She asked if that meant I was going to be moving to New York, to which I replied, “Probably so.”
So, if you have any tips or suggestions on how I can meet Mark, I’m all ears. I don’t want to get arrested, so nothing illegal folks. Until next time, I’m just a Southern girl…in the city!
P.S. I hope you all realize this is a little tongue-in-cheek/satirical. But if I EVER have the chance to meet Mark Sanchez, I’m on it!
