Here's a little background for you. Smunch has inexplicably become a sports fiend. I don't know how this happened. Daddy isn't much of a sports nut. Grandpa made sure Smunch knew how to throw a ball. We signed him up for T-ball and AYSO soccer, but we're not a family that sits around whooping it up over the "big game" of the moment.
This is going to change. I can feel it. Smunch decided to root for the NY Giants in Superbowl XLII. And there was no stopping him. I wish I'd caught the game-winning touchdown, but I'll have to settle for this unadulterated glee at the touchdown that put the Giants ahead for the first time...with "still 11 minutes to go."
This is going to change. I can feel it. Smunch decided to root for the NY Giants in Superbowl XLII. And there was no stopping him. I wish I'd caught the game-winning touchdown, but I'll have to settle for this unadulterated glee at the touchdown that put the Giants ahead for the first time...with "still 11 minutes to go."
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At my house on sunday we were discussing the superbowl at lunch and even though John and I were going to a superbowl party later than day, I hadn't investigated who was playing yet, because, well, football is not hockey.
Gavin informed me of the teams involved and shared a funny eyeroll at me with John.
"Women!" John said.
"Oh, yeah." agreed Gavin.
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