Poor Kid

Yesterday, just like every Sunday, was FOOTBALL day. It's the one day that I have control of the TV. We started the morning off with the 49er playing the Cowboys. As you can tell my son is a die hard fan of the 9ers. But just like in recent years past, the 9ers did not prevail at all yesterday. When the 49ers were only down by a touch down, he ran downstairs and got all his garb on. He begged me to get the Halloween makeup out and do the black thingy under the eyes. In hopes that his superstition would work, I did. Needless to say it only got worse from there on out. The whiners (49ers) lost. He was a heart broken kid.

After that game got over, we watched the Seahawks play up against the Redskins. Seattle pulled their heads out long enough just to have Hasslebeck shove it right back in. To add insult to injury, last minute and 24 seconds, the Seachickens lost it. Poor kid, none of his teams won. He went hunting with his daddy again for the week, but his next favorite team in the league is the N.O. Saints. He would be proud to know that tonight the Saints kicked Green Bays rear ends. It was a hell of a game. To bad he missed out on that one. I miss the little turkey.