| My wife's take | Sport |
Boxing on ice. At least your loser team will be out in April. BLOW LEAFS BLOW! Ha ha ha… | |
| Well, then, I'm having my girlfriends over to watch the Oscars and you can't say a #$!@$ thing about it! And YOU can make US nachos, honey-buns! | |
| Don't they ever score? It would be better if they took their shirts off. Mmmm. David Beckham. | |
| Senseless, sweaty men knocking the socks of each other. Nice. I'll be downstairs watching Sex & The City re-runs. | |
| Yawn. How many holes do they play? FOR HOW MANY DAYS!?! Ugh. I'm going shopping. | |
| Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. OMG this is mind numbing. And they can't even count! | |
| Does that stand for 'Man on Man Action'? 'Cause that's kinda what it looks like to me. | |
| Honestly. If you miss just ONE of the 162 FREAKIN' GAMES and take me out for dinner, would the world stop turning??? | |
| Wow... they're all so TALL. And look at the size of those shoes! I wonder if it's true what they say... | |
| Don't you find it a little odd the way they stick their heads up each others bums like that? At least they don't wear any protective equipment. It's called Natural Selection, dear. | |
| Now THIS is a sport. Look at those outfits! AND DON'T CALL ME A TRIPLE SOW COW AGAIN OR I'LL SET THE TV TO 'THE VIEW' AND FLUSH YOUR REMOTE! | |