I missed Friday’s game, so my daughter and I decided to make a daddy-daughter date of it last night. We threw down her sleeping bag, loaded up on snacks, and watched.
Very rarely does she watch an entire game with me. Ever if she its with me, something else is grabbing at her attention.
She’s a very chatty kids — acorn doesn’t fall far from the tree as we say bin my family — and so In don’t get to watch the game in my normal fashion, absorbing everything the telecast has to offer. There are often moments of rewind and “what just happened?