It’s 10:03 am and the first stream of game day monologue has been uttered downstairs. “Okay. It’s time. Let’s go.” And a more quiet, less assertive mumble that seems to have had something to do with the kick off.
But the MoH’s ready. He had his official jersey pulled over his ancient Eddie Bauer waffle weave tee.
And the Gap jammies Santa gave to him a few years ago.
It’s currently 47 degrees F in Paradise on this Sunday morning after a few days of semi bracing rain.
And we are reh-dee-4-sum-FOOT.BALLLLLLLLLLL.
“INTERCEPTED! Antonio Gates. Ninth interception this year. OH! MY! Don’t throw it to that side of the field. Don’t throw it…”
I guess it’s safe to go down there and read the Sunday paper in happy sports land. It’ must be his matching game day attire.
“They’re just gonna run a freakin’ blitz until you guys do something different. COMEON!”
Well, maybe not.
“ComeON. When are you gonna play like a professional quarter back. Pull your head outta your butt.”
Phil Rivers should heed the MoH’s advice.
The Chargers should know about the dedication of this particular fan.