Brady bunch

The fashion look that's sweeping the nation.

My eldest daughter came home from her first semester of college a possessed fan of the New England Patriots. Before yesterday's game she wore her Belichick hoodie for about three days. When she took it off, to bathe for example, or change the shirt underneath, no one was allowed to talk to her until she put it back on.

She did other weird things to transmit good luck to her team. When I was buying snacks for the game I wasn't allowed to buy her favorite football snack, sour cream and onion potato chips, because during playoffs we have to save them for, knock on wood, the Super Bowl.

When Jacksonville opened the game with a relentless yard-eating drive toward the end zone, I said, "Wow, looks like they might score." Anna went nuts, "You can't say that! Leave the room if you have anything good to say about the other team!"

She's reverting to some ancestral type: the superstitious Irish peasant woman. I think I saw her toss a little salt and spice from the barbecue potato chips over her left shoulder.

I find her fiery 5'11" red-headed temper and operatic yelling at the television mildly exhausting. She finds my lack of spirit and cool analysis of the game a major buzzkill. "You're like Spock."

I give her this: She's someone you would want on your team, on your side, working or playing or cheering for you. And she is someone you would not want NOT on your team.

I had to tease her. When I brought her a glass of water in the lucky Pats Glow Mug, I said, "I made sure to fill it up and carry it using only my right hand, the hand Tom Brady throws with."

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What's with all the truck commercials? Women watch football too. Every time there was another featuring a tough, powerful, indestructible (Earth blows up and the only thing left is a man in a truck on an asphalt fragment of the planet), beastly, manly truck, youngest daughter Laura would chant at the TV, "I'm a man, I'm a man, yeah, trucks, I'm a manly man."

Then we started singing to the tune of "I Like Big Butts"...
I like big trucks and I cannot lie, you other brothers can't deny...

Laura expressed her girly fan-dom by baking a cake and decorating it with the Patriots logo. And then we ate some of it in front of the TV, with Anna threatening to stab anyone who spoke against the Patriots with her cake fork.

Comments

[R. Sherman]

At 5'11" and a fiery personality, I trust she played low post in high school. If so, would she mind terribly, eschewing the rest of college this year, moving to Missouri, becoming a Lutheran, and playing on my daughter's team which spent most of yesterday clanging shots off the rim?

Thank you.

[John B.]

This was fun. At least she's not f-wording up a storm (as I've seen some Red Sox fans do on a YouTube video). Far more wholesome to have a lucky mug and bake cakes.

[Carroll]

Amy, this post has me laughing hysterically! These kids we birth -- they sure don't come with instruction manuals!!

[Tim McGuire]

Very amusing...I need some of that positive energy!