So, the food was fine. I hate all the prep work for the stuff I made, though. Pain in the ass.
The only problem is that, at times like this, I want to make a fat pig of myself and eat and eat and drink and drink and pass out and wake up a few days later. But I was full and about to puke before halftime. So that sucked.
And please explain why the 12-4 Colts, who beat the Steelers in Pittsburgh, had to play at 8-8 San Diego just because the Chargers were the least pathetic team in a pathetic division? You win your division, fine, you get into the playoffs. But that should not get you a home game.