Sunday not only marks the first NFL Sunday line-up of the season, it also happens to be the night I get to see the Backstreet Boys in concert. For the third time in my 28-years.
Words cannot explain how fucking happy I am about this, because I’m going to go completely nuts. My inner teenager is going to wail. WAAAAAAIIIIILLLLL.
So I’m just going to take a few moments to go a little BSB crazy while blasting “The One” and preparing my “Larger Than Life” and “Everybody” dance moves.
Join me, won’t you?
That last one made me grow a third ovary.