Made the mistake of letting the kids invite their friends over. So I had six 12-year-olds in Bronco jerseys talking shit and chirping in my ear the whole first half. I was pissed as hell but tried not to show it. Not this, not the fucking Broncos, I'm going to hear about it all week. I had ex-girlfriends texting me. Former mothers in law, people I grew up with. The worst day of my life. Thank you very much, Xavier.
But my son and I just kept saying the only score that mattered was the FINAL score...And by the way, shut the fuck up and take your punk ass to the basement. Didn't you know? The Vikings were just toying with the Broncos...
Did I believe it? No. But whatever...they now think I'm a genius. LOL