Thinking Kinky : The Nappy Haired Diva

This Super Bowl was very exciting. Me being far from a football fan opted to watch the game solely because I am a New York native and I wanted to support my state team (well the one that actually made it to the superbowl). Surprisingly, I absolutely enjoyed the game. I loved that the Giants started strong with a 9 point lead. I loved the ferocious come-back of the Patriots led by a very competent and calculated Tom Brady. I was at the edge of my seat as I waited for the Giants to use the last four minutes of the fourth quarter for the win. As much as I taunted Pats fans with "the tenacity of the New Yorker" I admit that even I thought that we were out for the count in those final 4 minutes of the game. However, there was one thing that I was looking forward to throughout the entire game and it wasn't the players, who with helmets removed resembled athletic gods shrouded in spandex padded pants and nylon jerseys (yummy), or the half-time show. The thing that held my intere...