Game Time!

Day 355:

Well Son, today it was a fire drill of epic proportions... Why, do you ask?  Well because Mommy had a dinner tonight and so I had to grab you from daycare and make my way home, only to realize that I needed food for the dogs... So what would we do?  We'd get changed (well, I'd get changed) and then head back out, only rather than load you up in the car (because what fun is that?) I decided to strap you into the Jeep stroller and make way for the long walk to the store.  In and out, Son... Dog food, CHECK!  Next, how about a little dinner?  Again for me, but still, we'd eat together...  SO I stopped by the local deli, Chutzpah, and pick up some chicken schnitzel and cole slaw.  Then finally back home!

Why all the rushing around, well, because it's GAME DAY!  That's right, Conor, the Redskins are playing on Monday Night Football against one of their greatest rivals, the New York Football Giants!  There are all kinds of implications in this game, Son.  If the Skins win, they stay alive while knocking the Superbowl Champion Giants down a peg in the division.  If they lose, well, the season may well be lost.  Though the kid we have starting at quarterback for us, Robert Griffin the Third or, "RG3" as he's called, gives this team a chance to win each and every week, Son.  And it's been decades since the Skins have had something like that.

All that said, I still had to get you fed, play with you (I didn't have to but it's the best part of my day), give you a bath, and rock you to sleep... And as gracious as you can be, you went into a depp sound sleep literally one minute before kick off... Thanks Boy'O!

And so now here I sit, watching the game, watching the monitor, writing to you, and having a cocktail of my own.  A good night, Son.  Now if the Redskins could muscle out a win, boy would that make me happy!

I love you, Son.  And Hail to the Redskins!
-Dad