This past Sunday I realized something. Brady and I should never be allowed out in public.
I came to this epiphany while we were enjoying the best BBQ in the Brazos Valley. We were surrounded by flat screens showing football game after football game. And, since neither of us actually wanted to watch some football (thanks Cowboys), it only made sense that we talk some football.
Talk football as in I ask Brady a lot of questions.
Like, if people knew tu would suck this year.
And, if people knew Baylor would be good this year.
And, why our offense couldn't get our act together when our defense finally showed up to play some ball.
And, how a team like Baylor could slowly build up their football team but the Aggies couldn't.
And, Brady explained to me that having a good offense goes hand in hand with having a good defense. Something about Baylor's offense dominating during their time on the field giving their defense time to rest up and dominate once they took the field. Blah. Blah. Blah.
Makes sense. But if this was true, then why couldn't the Aggie's offense score more points against Arkanas when our defense did their part.
"Our offense would drive down the field," Brady tells me, "But then we would just peter out."
Our eyes meet. We both get these big, goofy grins on our faces.
"Did you just say peter?" I ask.
Brady can barely get out a "Maybe" before we both burst into laughter.
And then our eyes start watering. And, it's not because of the jalapenos.
Ku-Tip: Don't say peter in public. It will always be funny no matter how old you are.
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