Super Bowl

Today my husband asked me if I was looking forward to the game tomorrow. Since we're going to hang out at my sister's, I said, "yeah." Then he asked if I knew who was playing. I said, "no," thinking that really wasn't important. Then I remembered something I saw when I went out to get sour cream (for onion dip I HAD to have). It was a pickup with unusual red markings on the windows that caught my eye. I thought I saw an anarchy sign, which I hadn't seen in years. Then I looked to the other window and saw the word GAINTS painted very clearly. I studied it for a minute, then began to laugh uncontrollably in my mini-van as I realized what that was SUPPOSED to spell. I was so curious who was driving the vehicle I waited as he got out-just to see what a guy looked like who is so proud of his team that he must write its name on his vehicle; wondering if he really wanted, supported, and was working for anarchy or just knew how to write the symbol, and finally; debated whether to let the lad know that he might want to check his spelling before painting his car. So after recalling all of this, I said to David, "I think the Gaints?"