The season’s half over and I’m torn between drowning my sorrows by binge eating Snickers Minis from the trick or treat bag, and being thankful that I’ll soon have some extra time to learn new skills, like paying attention to my young children.
If you’ve ever sat up late on the night after a time change, exhausted from a long day at work, watching your hapless team lose in overtime, you know that football is not a game for the weak. That’s what I told my boy as he cried himself to sleep in his Andrew Luck jersey. Then I showed him this and told him there would be an NFL Dance Party later in the blog.
On a positive note, Peyton Manning is still Peyton F-ing Manning. For those of you geniuses who want to start telling me about how Brady has more rings or Rogers has a better playoff record, let me blow a few facts your way –