I am playing hockey tonight. Of course Mallory said she wants to come watch. Seeing as how the game is almost too late for me (9.15p usually finds me heading upstairs for bed), it was really too late for Mallory.
But Mallory asked me why I always put my water bottle in my mitten for the back of the net.
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Also, any conversation about sports almost always morphs into “who would we root for?”.
Like – “If the Hawkeyes and Ohio were playing, we would want Hawkeyes, right?” and “If Ohio and Michigan State were playing, then we don’t want any of them, right?” and “But if Hawkeyes and Michigan were playing, then we want MICHIGAN!!!!”
She is also the clothing police. I got a new black sweater a few weeks ago and finally got around to wearing it (because I finally got around to buying some new black socks because my old ones seem to have gotten lost between the lake and our new house…). When Mallory saw I was wearing a black sweater, her only comment was “Why are you wearing Hawkeye colors??”
I just had that conversation with Mal and Al. We had to clarify when we can and can’t cheer for the Hawkeyes. We came to the conclusion that our first favorite team is Michigan and our second favorite was the Hawkeyes. I don’t think Al was to happy about this, however.
Pi$$ed @ you! Why wasn’t I told you were playing? Just because I’m not on Facebook anymore doesn’t mean you can’t love me! If your dad went to the game, I’m going to be even more upset!!!