Well, due to Ben Roethlisberger's fondness of throwing picks at the worst possible times in a football game, I lost a bet with Kristen on the game. Since I am a person who keeps her word, I have spent the day in a Peyton Manning jersey, out in public. That devious 12 year old made sure I couldn't hide at home so no one would see me wearing it. I was the one who upped the ante, requiring a photo for the blog, because I was so certain Pittsburgh would win. Here's the ugly mug shot:

I had to wear a shirt underneath the jersey so it wouldn't touch me any more than necessary. I think I need to apologize to the Chief, and to say a few dozen Hail Rooney's to atone for my mistake in engaging in gambling with a minor. In the meantime, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go shower now, to scrub off the enemy.
Thanks, Ben....heeeeere's your brick.