Is there a football gene?

If there is, Thomas inherited it from me. I love college football. I mean looooooove college football. This is my favorite time of year. In fact, I have embarrassed Brandon on more than one occasion at Kyle field with my "enthusiastic" criticisms of (in no particular order):

• the Aggie secondary's ability, or lack there of, to tackle
• Fran's play calling
• the lack of penalty calling on behalf of the ref's
• Fran's lack of adjustments at half time

Well, I was made a really proud mama yesterday. After visiting the Walkers in the morning, Thomas and I settled in for a great day of college football. This included the OU/tu game, Kansas/KState, A&M/OSU, ,and LSU/Florida.

My little man got upset every time Colt McCoy did well and "cheered" when OU scored. My heart swelled. He already knows that burnt orange is bad. Really, really bad.

But then, and this was witnessed by Tevon and Tollie, Thomas got really upset anytime he could not see the Aggies. Even when we were down 0-17 and the rest of the free world assumed the game was over, Thomas hung in there. He wouldn't give in to his heavy eyelids. He fought off the sleepies until A&M pulled ahead. We should have known then that all was well in College Station. He startled a little when LSU won. Smiled for the Thompson crew in Baton Rouge, and then dreamed of pigskins the rest of the night.