We watched first Saints’ game of the season, and the boys figured we’d better get Bean used to the routine while she’s still young and impressionable.
After all, her nickname is Drew Brees. For the first three months of her life, she HAD to be swaddled like a burrito to sleep, but as soon as we freed her upon waking, she’d throw her arms straight up, like she was calling a touchdown.
I am blessed with guys that are fairly ambivalent to sports on TV, but Saints’ games are the one exception. If at all possible, they will be watching. Bean was confused by all the commotion, and the yelling, heckling, and (I confess) swearing.
And as you can see, she was unimpressed by that interception. Better luck next week, I guess.