No, you read that correctly…bawl, not bowl. This evening was a girls night for Jenn and Mackenzie. They went out with a friend from church, so it was the two hombres sticking it out at home. Let me give you a play-by-play of my evening done in the spirit of a pretty popular football game that’s about to take place. This evening I played in the first ever: Super Bawl. Actually all parents have done this, I just came up with the cool name! (I’m sure if I tag that there’ll be about 4000 others)
The first quarter went to James. In an agressive ‘cry’ offense he had me completely off guard. I was scrambling to keep up and he was running up the score… big time. Things changed a little in the second quarter when I got him to submit to my 2 ounce defensive package. He was subdued, but still ahead going into halftime. This was going to be a battle to the bitter end.
At the start of the third quarter, he busted out the cry offense again. This would prove to be a rookie mistake! This wily, old veteran hit him with a 4 oz sack. Comeback for team Dad. I had the game in the bag, except I had to try a QB sneak on a very tricky play to run solo in the bath time formation. I almost fumbled, letting team James regain possession… I had one chance… a Hail Mary. One more bottle. No guts, no glory…it was do or die, the bottle’s in and we had sleep! Victory!
As you can tell, my opponent was a worthy adversary. No doubt, this will only be the first in a series of intense Super Bawl rivalries. As for me and my immediate plans? I’m going to Disneyland!!
Until next week (or maybe before)