Last night, Son-Three attended his first NFL football game on a night when the temperature in Buffalo hovered in the low 20s. Among the first things he told me about this momentous occasion:
"Mom, I was talking to some Canadian guys in line for the bathroom and we just couldn't believe the steam coming out of the port-a-potties."
Whatever his future might hold, it's relatively certain that it won't include a career in sportscasting.
Wrong, Wrong, Wrong
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