For Love of the Game


With all the March Madness hoopla going on, Colby has been pretty hyped up and can't wait until he can sit on the couch and watch the Spartans with Bres. He is also pretty excited to share his love of the Tigers with Breslin this summer. For many, many years Colby has been following the Detroit Tigers and, until this past season, has been considered one of God's most pitiful creatures. He even sported his Olde English D proudly through the season that the Tigers strove for the title of Most Losses in a Season. He has stuck with his teams, loyally, through thick and thin and constantly reminds me of why I love him with his quirky comments about others who are less committed to their teams and their losing ways, calling them "fair weather fans" but in a less nice way. My husband is the only one I know who can actually make a person feel guilty for rooting for a team other than the one that is from their home state.




Bres is looking forward to going to visit his great-grandmommy and great grandpa in Clare next week on Thursday and Friday. Last time he was there, great-grandmommy taught him his favorite game "Hide the Bres". In the spirit of athletic competition, we have been playing it with him a lot lately.

Step one: Cover Bres with a Receiving Blanket. Wait.

Step two: Observe much kicking, waving, and general flailing about.





Bres wins! A showoff from the get go...I wonder who he gets that from...?

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