Jeremiah's School of Levitation

The first big slate of NFL games begins today and me and my newly-turned-9-year-old are reserving two parking spots in front of the TV for the morning/afternoon. He loves football, just like the old dude, so we are a unified front in the house. We have an impenetrable argument--dad spends quality time with the boy, explaining the game--thereby "interacting", and I get to watch my beloved football. In between, we have "contact" via handslaps, hugs, and faux tackling onto the couch (in the opposite direction of the beer/root beer, of course, or, hopefully). So, we win!

See, if I was just trying to watch the games alone, suddenly, the tree out back will drop a thousand leaves, weeds will erupt in the garden, shelves and cabinets will fall apart, and a layer of grime will appear over every surface of the house, all needing immediate attention right when the 4th quarter begins.

So, since we have the clearance, the plan is as follows:

• I don my Dallas Cowboy rally cap--the boy gets on his Seahawk shirt. We go out back and run some patterns and, forgetting that it is still only 9am and we are surrounded by neighbors, we will yell "Touchdown!" and "Awww! You gotta catch those!" way too loud and risk getting pelted by last night's wine bottles.
  
  
• I thaw out the pork ribs and brisket that my best buddy sent up from Texas this week. My level of drool increases because, now, football and authentic barbeque are in my future and drool is reaching critical mass, so that if something happens like someone showing me Denise Richards' photo, I will drown in my drool.
  
  
• At gametime, we park for the kickoff. Five minutes later, two-hundred dishes suddenly become dirty and I have to rush back and forth to tend to them.
  
  
• The barbeque is ready and we eat so ravenously that sauce gets on the TV and in our hair.
  
  
• We run out of beer/root beer and have to make a halftime trip to the store, which always takes longer than halftime.
  
  
• I go to the computer to check my fantasy football team's score, and wince at the fact that I'm way behind and I wonder why I even bothered to play this year.
  
  
• By day's end, the Cowboys, the Seahawks, and my fantasy team have all won, thanks to my rally cap and my son's t-shirt, and of course, our relentless yelling at the TV/computer screen.
  
  
• The TV remote suddenly goes missing and, in the next second, a Tivo-ed episode of Oprah is on. Also, both the boy and I are miraculously holding garden rakes and being shoved out the door. We grin and slap hands and wave at all the other guys on the block suddenly raking THIER yards.

God, I love football Sundays!

(Teri endulges wicked streak)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Denise_richards.jpg

Enjoy the bbq!!!

I'm currently eating leftover bbq ribs that a co-worker brought in from a tailgate this weekend. So I tip my red-rimmed fingers to you and say, Go Lions!

I'm with Susie... ribs and brisket?? You might just get me interested in football at this rate!

Hope you guys had big fun!

Teri: That's quite a diva-licious pose she's struck there. And, she was born to wear that dress, wasn't she?

Suzi: Brisket! I answered every question today with "Brisket!" and annoyed the heck out of everyone.

Mona: I tip my drippy fingers to Lions fans. You folks have some thick skin. I like the black jerseys, though.

TG: Texas BBQ can elevate a "listen to paint dry" party to an event worthy of the gossip columns.

Lucia: The (barbeque-laced) grins on our faces lasted all day long.

Jeremiah, you crack me up... continuously!