My daughter (my oldest; as of December 8, I have two and I have to get used to not just saying “my daughter” anymore) was upstairs taking a nap as Buffalo iced Sunday’s 17-14 win over the Phins.
She came downstairs shortly after it was over.
Since she is 2 1/2, she doesn’t know much about football beyond who her daddy’s favorite team is.
She plunked down next to me on the couch as I was absorbing the latest kick in the testicles that this football season has offered.
She saw that football was on, and shouted “Go Dolphins!”
I felt proud, distraught, and guilty as hell all at once...
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