An Open Letter to the New York Giants

Dear New York Giants,

Today is Super Bowl Sunday 2008 and I’m planning to watch this game with nervous anticipation. If you would have asked me a couple days ago about this game, I might have shrugged and mumbled I cared less.

However, things have changed.

You see, JD is playing the odds (a 14-point spread, to be exact) with a few people from his office and if your team wins, I’m guaranteed a lovely night on the town. A long dinner for two at a restaurant where people point their noses upward and pronounce the wine list with a Hollywood-ish French accent. At the end of a decadent meal, we’ll order dessert—and JD will promise me that there’s no sugar or fat in crème brulee, obviously—then catch a late-night movie.

So, you bad-boy Giants, just do your thang and bring Momma home a championship ring! Because, really, nothing’s better than guilt-free crème brulee! 😉

Sincerely,
Jasmine*

**EDIT: BOOYAH! **