This is for the best.

Sometimes when we’re watching football, I’ll suddenly be aware of the words coming out of my mouth.

Like, “Yeah, Bradshaw isn’t your guy at the goal line, Jacobs is,” or, “Okay, maybe it WAS a horse collar, but you HAVE to take that penalty to give yourself a chance to prevent the TD,” and I think to myself,

DAMN my husband is a lucky bastard.