Towards the end of the photo shoot Bogey gave me a swift kick to the bladder, which would explain the second picture.  I’m sure we could have come up with some better pictures but he was obviously done at that point so I went in and peed.

For those of you who are slightly concerned about my behavior in case Bogey chooses to participate in sports, don’t worry.  John has already put strict rules on what I can and can’t do. I can take him to practice and games.  I can’t stay and watch.  I can support him in his athletic endeavors.  I can’t ever meet his coaches.  

We’re totally ending up with a kid who plays Chess. 

For those UNC fans out there who are vomiting right now, it’s o.k. I understand.  Not everybody’s coach can bring a nation’s basketball program back from the gutter in time to prove you are the best in the world.  Really, it’s o.k.  You should be pleased with your coach’s performance against his old team last spring.  The second half rally really made up for that demoralizing first half obliteration.  

But I digress.

I’m a Duke fan.  And I became one before all the championships and I have stuck it out through the rough patches.  I am also a big fan of one particular baseball team.  A team that has clinched it’s division playoff spot for the second year in a row, but has had such an INCREDIBLY hard time getting back into the World Series, I am hesitant to mention their name for fear of jinxing them anymore than they already are.  I’ve been a fan of them for ten years. I have stuck it out through the rough patches, which are otherwise known as their seasons.  Since meeting John, my world of sports opened up a little

 bit more and I branched out into football.  This took me a little while to really get into as it was so foreign to me and I had pretty much zero interest in it. However, John respected my basketball addiction and agreed to learn about the ACC and the importance of college basketball in NC and I in turn agreed to get behind his sport as well.  

I am in no way an expert, but I get better every year and am a devoted fan of his Tennessee Titans. Luckily I got on board before we moved here or his chances of getting me to like the team would probably be pretty small. His dad has season tickets to the games so every year we get to go to at least one game. As long as I have been going to the games, which I believe has been four years, the Titans have never won when I go. Ever. It was getting to the point that I felt the heavy burden and looks from his family. Oh, Lily’s going. Guess we know how that game is going to end up. There was discussion of revoking my ticket privileges.  

But this year, I rallied.  I got a new jersey.  I shook it up a bit and went with my absolute favorite Titans player of all time, Kyle Vanden Bosch.  Probably certifiable, but most defensive linemen in the NFL are.  But he’s awesome.  I loved him last year, before he became the sensation he has since become, but John wouldn’t give in.  No jersey. Being pregnant I get away with a lot more.  So this year, I got the jersey.  The Titans?  

They are 3-0.  We’ve gone to one preseason and two regular season games and they’ve won each game.  The quarterback did have a complete mental break at the first regular season game we went to, but they still won and it was probably better for the team that he did, so I’m not taking the fall for that one.  

For the rest of the week, I will post a picture of me in each of these team’s jerseys so someday when Bogey is trying to explain where his sports insanity comes from, he can pull out these pictures and say, “See?  It’s my mom’s fault.”