Happy Tuesday!  I hope you all had a great MLK weekend and were able to give back to your community in some way.  I had a phenomenal weekend, even though each day was busier than the previous one.

If you don’t know, I’ve started to get into enjoying/watching/learning about the sport of football.  It started about 5 years ago.  I thought watching the Jaguars games together would be a great way for Southern Dad and I to bond.  (Growing up, my sport was basketball, and bad-a$$ Latrell Sprewell was my man.)  Even though he gave me the side eye at first, once he saw I was serious, he actually started answering my questions and teaching me a little bit. (Yes, I know this story has absolutely nothing to do with my title, but just stay with me; I’m giving you backstory.)  So, this love for the Jaguars grew into a love of football.  Though the Jaguars will always be my team, I enjoy watching good match-ups, like the play-offs.  Last week during the divisional round, I was able to get a good look at Mark Sanchez, quarterback for the New York Jets.  Noticing he was a little cutie, I looked him up on Wikipedia to check out his story.   I shared with my soror @ISayWord, who is my football watching buddy, that he was 24, originally from California, single (the most important thing on the list), and enjoys going to plays on Broadway.  I was further impressed when I found out he gives back to his Mexican community by volunteering and speaking and working with kids.  It was after this research that I decided Mark and I will be married.  We can go to Broadway plays together, volunteer, and just enjoy life. 

Now, I have to admit I wasn’t going for the Jets last week when they were playing the Colts.  I mean, HELLO!  They were playing the Colts.  But to everyone’s surprise, the Jets pulled out a win!  And they surprised everyone again on Sunday by beating the Patriots.  I guess I should stop underestimating them, especially since I’m going to be Mrs. Mark Sanchez someday.  I told my mother last night about the marriage and that she was going to have Blaxican grandbabies, which was alright with her.   She asked if that meant I was going to be moving to New York, to which I replied, “Probably so.”

So, if you have any tips or suggestions on how I can meet Mark, I’m all ears.  I don’t want to get arrested, so nothing illegal folks.  Until next time, I’m just a Southern girl…in the city! 

P.S. I hope you all realize this is a little tongue-in-cheek/satirical.  But if I EVER have the chance to meet Mark Sanchez, I’m on it!