On Being Wrong

I thought for sure that the Steelers were going to win the Super Bowl. And that’s not even because I like the Steelers, because I don’t. I’ve hated the Steelers ever since I was a little girl because I thought that they were thieves. Like, stealers. As in, people who steal. As it turns out, the Steelers aren’t thieves. They’re just a team from a city that was founded on the economic foundation of the steel industry.

Anyway, I thought the Steelers were going to win because they practiced at the TCU indoor practice facility. And the TCU Horn Frogs didn’t lose a single game the whole damn season. The TCU Frogs are awesome footballers to the MAX and I was pretty sure that practicing in a WINNER’S facility is the same thing as being WINNERS. So for that reason, I thought the Steelers were going to win.

And I was wrong. Green Bay won.

See? I can admit it when I’m wrong.

Note to self: email yourself this link to this post so that you can use it as evidence the next time someone says that you can’t admit it when you’re wrong.