I arrived at my parent's house around 4:00 p.m. CST.  Sadly, when I got to the house I saw Dad lamenting the fact that it wasn't the NFC Champs, his precious Dallas Cowboys in the Super Bowl.

Dad was even wearing his Dallas Cowboy football jersey.

The poor guy was actually looking at a recording of the Cowboys / Giants game before the Super Bowl started and shaking his head.  Let it go Dad.  Next year.  We'll get 'em next year.

My sister's fiance is a native of Maine and of course, a hard core Patriots fan.  You may not be able to tell fromn this picture, but my sister and her fiance are cuddling under a Dallas Cowboy blanket.

Mom representing her sororitity, Alpha Kappa Alpha.

What's a Super Bowl party without food?

The Patriots walking to the field with their game faces on.  They reminded me of gladiators.

The coin toss. Tails wins. Giants get the ball first.

The touchdown made by the Patriots' Randy Moss.  We pretty much thought the game was over at this point.

WTF??? No effing way man!!!! The Giants scored! With 35 seconds left on the clock Plaxico Burress caught the ball in the end zone!  The look on my brother's face says it all.  "This mutha done caught this mutha-effin' ball! I can't believe this shit!"

Now, the real question is, "How many baby boys born this week in New York will be named Plaxico?"