I
am a Texas girl, and being a Texas girl means a few things, 1) you must be able
to shoot a gun 2) you
should know EVERYTHING about Football.
Number 2 is a giant strike out for me.
I don’t have the attention span for football.
Yesterday,
my daddy came up and took me to lunch. I ordered pancakes and hash-browns, as
the food was delivered I started drowning my pancakes in butter and syrup, totally
engrossed in stuffing my face!!
Dad:
“something-something-something” {I wasn’t
listening b/c I was enthralled in pancake heaven…mmmm pancake heaven}
“The Game?” (then he stops and stares at me)
Me:
(through a mouth full of pancakes) “huh? What game?”
Dad:
(did the silent slow blink) "The Final Game, Kristin!"
Me:
(Shoving more food in my mouth-You’d
think I haven’t eaten in a week) “What sport?”
Dad: “Football. The super bowl!”
Me: (adding more butter and more syrup) “Oh,
who’s playing?”
Dad: (sigh) "Patriots and the Giants"
Me: “Patriots? Are they the silver and black
team with that Rothboogie dude?"
Dad: (heavy sigh) "No! Dear! That’s the
Steelers. The Patriots have Bill
Belichick and Tom Brady.”
Me: “Oh, I know him; he’s with that Giselle, she’s
worth like a Billion dollars…Oh! And recently just signed a deal with……
Dad: (interrupting me with a heavy sigh) “And
the Giants”
Me: “oh, what color are they?”
Dad (another heavier sigh) “Blue and red,
they are from New York...Eli Manning plays for them….(he went into more football talk but I there is NO way I can recall
it all)
Me: (moving onto to the hash-browns) “Oh! I
don’t know him, he dating anyone famous, I might know?”
Dad: (even heavier sigh) “How is it that you
are a 7th generation Texan, and my daughter, and you know nothing about football?”
Me: “I think we’ll come down this weekend,
we gotta get that bookcase and some other things”
Dad: (silently shook his head)
Me: "Hey, at least I can shoot a gun!"
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