Yesterday was a great day.  Taught all three of my kids.  I have learned that spelling lessons bring out the goofy in Xavier and me.  Goofy and spelling is good.  Poor child takes after me, so spelling is tough, it doesn’t come naturally.  When we are goofy, we are laughing; on days when we aren’t so very goofy, those are the days spelling brings us to tears.  So, yeah, goofy is good.  I need to remember that, and bring the silly to spelling every day.  All in all it was a really good school day.

Having been a good school day, Xavier’s suggestion that we should go out for dinner started to look pretty good in my mind.  Once he knew the idea to go out was firmly in my head, he went for his whole plan, Buffalo Wild Wings.  I usually don’t think things through very well, and will find myself in situations where I make nearly impossible plans.  Like going to Buffalo Wild Wings after the Monday night football game has already started.  This time, I did think about it.  I knew the only way to not have a forty-five minute wait on any given night at BWW was to get there before 4:30.  On Monday night, with the game starting at 4:30, I knew we’d have to be there even earlier.  All this was going through my head at about 4:15.  I tried to tell the boys it wasn’t the best night, but they gave me the look.  The cute kid look saying “please, please, please,” the look similar to Puss from Shrek.  And you know what?  Monday night football and teriyaki wings sounded very appealing.  So I looked at the boys and fully explained the situation.  We might not get a table until the game was over, but we could go, watch football, and eat when a table became open.  But they had to understand that, and behave while waiting, no matter how long, and no whining about being hungry.  They still begged to go, so off we went.  I’ll admit, a couple of weeks ago we would not have gone.  The rules in my head would have told me that there was no way we could get a seat.  If we wanted to try Monday night football at BWW, we needed to plan ahead, leave no later than 3:45, have Kindles and I-Pods charged (all electronics stayed home this go round), and I would have to feed the kids a snack before we left.  I threw the rules out the window in favor of potential fun.

As I drove to BWW, I realized I did forget one issue, where was I going to park?  It wasn’t like anyone parked would be leaving soon a half hour into the game.  However, I was able to find a spot on the street, there was room, and no No Parking signs.  I crossed my fingers that it was legal and parked.  Okay, I did more than cross my fingers, I determined by the parking of many other cars that parking on both sides of the street was okay, looked long and hard for No Parking signs, used what common sense I do have to determine it should be legal, and then crossed my fingers for some extra luck.

Once in BWW, I heard the hostess explaining to a party that with the game on they would give no wait time, the bar was full, and there were still seven parties ahead of them.  Fed up with waiting, one party said “Make that six” and left, along with the party talking to the hostess.  I was fully prepared to wait until the game was over, as long as my kids could wait with me. The game was on and the waiting area was sparsely populated with an entire bench free for my family to sit.  We put our name on the list and picked teams.  I’ll be honest, I could care less about either the Seahawks or the Packers.  Jennings in on my Fantasy Football team, but unless he could bring some major points (we are talking like 50) it really didn’t matter.  However, I happen to kinda like Rodgers, so I choose the Packers.  Austin, ever the pleaser, choose the Packers as well.  Xavier liked Seattle’s uniform, so he picked the Seahawks, and convinced Clara to join him.  We got into the game and began cheering.  The hostess gave coloring sheets and crayons to Clara and Austin.  Before long it was half time.  I crossed my fingers that some costumers would leave then, hoping to make it home by the second half.  The game was too close for anyone to be bored already.  My wish came true, tables began to empty.  And somehow, everyone ahead of us had left as well, we were at the top of the list and seated immediately.  I shouldn’t reveal this secret in case I ever want to repeat our luck, but when all was said and done, we were seated in the same amount of time we would have had to wait had there been no football game.  The wait even felt quicker because we weren’t crowded on top of people, and we were having fun watching the game.

Service was good, our drinks were always taken care of.  The food was great as always.  And we had fun.  Lots of fun.  The kids were all really getting into football and watching the game.  Cheering, paying attention, and learning more about the game.

We stayed until the last minute, you know the one where the refs decided the call on the field for the Seattle touchdown stood.  I still say, Jennings was the one with control of the ball, but Xavier agrees with the ref.  No matter the call, the game was exciting and I think I may have three football fans on my hands.  Call me silly, but I think a love of football is important.  You have to look past the issues, and there a lot of issues.  But football can teach loyalty, sticking with your team, even when they don’t win a game all season.  Football is also a great cultural bonding.  You meet a new person, and at least 75% of the time you can begin a conversation about football.  What teams they like, what they thought of that call last night, the list goes on and on.

After last night, my little football fans are playing a game and working on their touchdown dances.

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