All I Do Is Win...

 I never said that winning is pretty, though.  It certainly wasn't this past Saturday night. That "W"  was ugly.  However, 6 wins = bowl eligible no matter how unattractive and sloppy our team played.  Christmas came early for Anthony this year, and he has spent some time today researching and booking hotel rooms in possible bowl locations.  And yes, he realizes that we still have a nasty schedule remaining.  Let him have his fun. 




We were fortunate enough to have skybox tickets, and at one point I thought my husband was going to throw himself to the ground.  Seriously. My mother-in-law graciously took Sam home after halftime, and that's when Anthony went into "Losing Is Not Fun With Sherm" mode.  Anybody remember that guy?  He's not cool to be around. 

Family pic.  Sam was interested in 3 things:  The Jumbotron, the band, and his Papa's binoculars.  He thought he could change the channel on the Jumbotron by using the tv remote.  Good thing he can't because I don't think the student section would be happy with PBS on during the football game. 

Sam had NO NAP at all that day, but did surprisingly well. 

 His nap the day after the game?  4 1/2 hours.  He was spent.