Alright, let’s go around the table and say what we’re thankful for.
Do you guys do this?
As a kid, I hated this.
I remember spending all day at my grandma’s house—watching football, smelling the delicious food, playing outside in the leaves.
Well, it was a season.
Not exactly, but it did kind of resemble a season.
There weren’t as many games. The games we did have were subject to change. Schedules were useless and some important rivalries were cancelled.
But it was still a season.
Has this election cycle messed with your head?
Just me?
I can’t stop arguing with people.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
I’m usually not much of a political commentator.
I often weigh the risk/reward of sharing these opinion and decide that it’s not worth it.
Halloween didn’t mean much to me before kids.
Not because I have some religious opposition to it or I’m somewhat of a curmudgeon, but because this holiday doesn’t make much sense.
We’ve come to accept that on the last day of October, we dress up in funny costumes, eat candy and celebrate fear.
Alright guys.
If you’re going to be this way about early voting, you better not say anything to me when I start listening to Christmas music on Halloween.
Just kidding.
I’m already listening to Christmas music.
Seriously, I haven’t seen anything like this. You guys are on top of it!
I know you’re all dying to what it’s like to have three kids.
Jim Gaffigan described it quite nicely…
“Just imagine you’re drowning…
And then someone hands you a baby.”
My wife and I are currently in the middle of one of the toughest challenges we’ve faced to date.
It’s not all bad.
Each year, I take some time in this column to give my thoughts on our five area high school football teams. I try to make predictions and give report card grades. It’s usually an easy thing to do because I’ve spent all summer watching these guys in 7-on-7s.
My oldest has a favorite stuffed animal.
It’s name is “baby.”
It’s a mutant stuffed animal—half hedgehog, half blanket. She has slept with it every night since she came home from the hospital.
By the time you’re reading this, I’ll have a third child.
A son.
Just in time for Son’s Day, if you’ve checked Facebook in the last few days. Can we just agree that Daughter’s Day and Son’s Day is not a thing? It’s not. Stop it! Stop adding days!
Now, National Donut Day? YES.
It’s been said that nobody cares about your fantasy team but you…
That can’t be true, can it?
I mean, I’m 2-0 right now y’all. I’ve got some good receivers, some great running backs and a solid option or two at quarterback. And I’ve made some darn good decisions.
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