NFL season kicked off this week. I readily admit that I’m not the biggest football fan, but the Cowboys are another story. Growing up as a male in Texas with Staubach in the background, well, it’s more of a religious obligation to watch the Cowboys. However, I absolutely refused to watch the ‘boys when Parcells was coaching. So…if the Cowboys weren’t on there was no football in the house. Apparently, this coincided with CB being around.
Last night the Cowboys were playing and CB decided to watch it with me. First play of the game and she’s jumping off the couch yelling, “Daddy! Daddy! That man is going to the bathroom!”
Needless to say, I was lost. I couldn’t figure out what she was talking about. A few plays later and she explains it to me. The offensive line was in a squatting position, as linemen are wont to do. She thought they had “assumed the position” She was particularly worried about the Quarterback whom she was sure was getting pooped on.
She knows who the current leader is in the Fed-Ex Points Race, and she can tell you the difference between Stuart Appleby and Robert Allenby, something PaPa still has problems with. However, when it comes to football I think it’s my duty to broaden her horizons, culturally speaking.