Football and Manda's Patented Touch-o'-Death

So, my roommate Amanda's had a bit of bad luck as of late. To cap off, here's what happened before Christmas break:

1. Her tires were slashed.
2. Her Grandmother was put in the hospital for failure to thrive.
3. Her boyfriend of two and a half years dumped her out of the blue.

And then, after the new year:

1. The Bucs lost.
2. She's been on a job hunt, during which
3. She was in a car accident.

So, saying that her luck is a little bad is a bit of an understatment. For a week or so, however, we thought things might be turning around. Then we realized that she's just been channeling her bad luck to others. Her pick for the Superbowl was Colts vs Chicago. Normally, she's dead on in football. Not this year. If you haven't been following, neither of those teams are in it anymore. So, today, she picked Dever and Carolina.

Denver lost. Pittsburg slaughtered them. No wait, that's unfair. Pittsburg murdered Denver, chopped up the bodies, rolled them in salt, and then fed them to the Bronco's mascot. Really unbelievable. So I'm blogging now, before the second game of today, to say that Carolina doesn't have a chance in Hell. They are screwed. Personally, I think that they're a better team than the Seahawks, but unfortunatly, so does Amanda. We're betting right now that Carolina's quaterback will trip on the field and break a leg before the game actually starts. Their only hope is that now that we've realized her current crippling affect on a team's ability to not suck, we think that Seattle will win. Its a battle to see where the bad luck goes.

God help them all.