Did I scream? Yes. Did I yell? Yes.
Did I cuss or call names? No, I was pretty good. Ok, ok, I did call someone a “chump”, but it wasn’t until after the kids were in bed. (I’m not even sure exactly what that means, but my Dad use to say it all the time.) I did get pretty hot about that bogus face mask call that cost us 15 yards. That was so….(*$#^@&(F(#(%*&^@)…”not cool”.
And yes, the kiddos went to bed in their game gear since they had to go down at half time.
And yes, I cried. I closed my eyes and pictured my Dad…fists in the air…grin on his face…strutting around the living room in his throwback jersey, worn out Packer sweatpants, and new Conference Championship hat (which he would have ordered 10 minutes after we won the Chicago game)…high five-ing everyone…
…I can hear him laughing…sitting down on the very edge of his chair with his hands clapped together and his feet swiping back and forth on the carpet excitedly as they present the Lombardi trophy back to it’s original keepers…
Yes, I cried.
And I wore my game gear to bed too.
