We had a very pleasant evening. We accepted an invitation over to our pastor's home, where we were surprised to see that there was some sort of football game garnering widespread attention. We were only able to stay through the first quarter because of school preparations for Kaylyn. While we were there, though, the party welcomed the presence of the host's parents, who happen to be the governor and 1st lady of the state of Georgia.
Our three children, who aren't scheduled to begin their protocol classes until next fall, immediately flocked around the man who looked a bit liked their Papa (my dad). It was entirely surreal to watch them play catch with the governor, and he was entirely in his element, just a man who loves children. I asked him if he had a rooting interest in the game, thinking that maybe he had an interesting story of a friendly wager between his counterparts in North Carolina and Massachussetts. "Yes," he said, "I'm rooting for Atlanta."
So it turns out, he's just a fan in denial just like me.
We came home and watched the rest of the game. Cotter stayed up past his bed time, but did devise the novel concept of rooting for whichever team happened to be in the lead at the time. He just wanted to make sure he didn't end the season disappointed. Hey, I can hop on to that ride. Truly, a phenomenal game, apart from a bad half-time show (from what I saw of it), a bunch of bad LCD*-humor commercials, and the fact that my Broncos weren't scoring that winning field goal, much less even in the game.
Huh....
....turns out that I am disappointed after all.
*lowest common denominator; i.e., ignited horse flatulence, crotch-biting dogs, et al..