From the getgo of the football season, I have not rooted for the Lions. Actually, all my life in which I have been aware of football, I have not cheered the Lions on.
This year, for some unknown reason, my grandson and granddaughter have decided I am a Lions’ fan. And, for the love of whatever, the Lions have been winning. They delight in this. I wake from a nap with a Lions blanket thrown over me. A Lions hat comes in the mail. They walk behind me and say “Lions.” I am past sighing.
Today, the Lions beat Tampa Bay and it was agony for me. Now the Chiefs are playing and my granddaughter does not like that team. So, it could get pretty loud and tense here. (She yells at the TV.)
Perhaps I should just put that Lions blanket over my head and wait it out with my deaf ears – with earplugs in to be safe.