The Kickoff
Dolphins kick to the Patriots, he takes it from the one yard line—10, 20, 30; he breaks
outside, avoids a tackle—45, 50. “Heeee could go all the wayyyyy.”
Dolphins 30, 20, 10, 5—touchdown! Patriots are at 7, Dolphins 0. Just then, the ribs
began to repeat on him. “Hey, we still have time,” he says as he turns to his buddy. By the
end of the 3rd quarter, it’s Patriots 27, Dolphins 0. He can’t believe it. Final score: Patriots
35, Dolphins 0. He mopes back to the truck, grabs a cold rib, and realizes he has a big mess
to clean up, and his Dolphins
just lost big. He loads up the
truck and heads home.
He arrives home, walks
through the door, and is
greeted with “Hi, honey, how
was the game? Did you have
fun?” He looks at her and
wonders how she could be
so happy.
“Did they win?” she asks.
“No,” he replies.
“I’m sorry. Is there anything
I can do for you?”
He stops for a minute and
thinks, “Wow, what a woman.”
He begins to clean up and
thinks of all he did to get
ready for the game and all
the money he spent when
they didn’t even score.
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She senses his disappointment,
comes over, and gives him a big hug
and a kiss and says, “You still have
me to come home to; besides, they
could win next week.”
It’s Saturday night;
the Dolphins play
the Jets tomorrow.
They order a
pizza and there’s
anxiousness
in the air; she
senses it. He lights
the candles, opens the
wine, turns on the music,
and leans over and whispers, “Plain
or with pepperoni?”
“I’ll be back in a few,” she whispers.
She returns wearing a Dolphin jersey
and nothing else. He pours the wine,
she throws a pass, and it’s complete!
10, 20, 30; he makes a move to the inside. “Heeee could go all the wayyyyyy.” He scores!
“Beep, beep, beep.” The alarm goes off the next morning.
“Good morning, honey,” she whispers. “You going to the game?”
“Not today,” he replies. “I’m going to have a tailgate party right here, with you, and watch the
game on TV.”
She smiles, and he thinks, “If they don’t score, I know I will.”
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