MY BRAIN ASPLODE

Don't you just hate it when everything you thought you knew about the sensible and rational world around you just falls apart at its seams?

After last night's debacle, where in a shocking turn of events Eli Manning played like a normal quarterback in the most important time of the year, instead of throwing five interceptions (including one to his own team), I've basically gone Descartes on my own ass. How can I know what is real anymore, when Eli Manning plays clutch?

It was my own fault, I guess. I was under the impression that a quarterback wasn't supposed to start off every play by looking overwhelmed and confused, smeared on a face that screamed I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING I'M ONLY HERE BECAUSE OF MY FAMOUS FAMILY, and hands that caused entire stadiums to stand in frustration, capable of flicking perfectly lofted passes into the hands of opposing teams. But here's Eli Manning, in the Super Bowl.

So I've decided to question it all. I can't look this stupid again. This isn't a computer I'm typing on...and the background of this blog isn't black, or at least, what I used to name black but now has no name, no colour. What is colour? What is a name?

I can't trust anyone or anything, anymore. My mother phoned last night, and I launched the phone out the window. I've also decided to stop eating food, and that dinosaurs must still be alive, along with Elvis, Tupac, and Britney Spears' career.

Anyway, congratulations to the Giants on winning the right to stand in the Patriots' way to perfection. Oh shit, my brain just exploded when I wrote that.