That’s it. I’m want a new mum. One who doesn’t hit me during the football, one who can see her team is a group of thugs, one who has the good grace not to support a winning team, one who doesn’t drag my daughter in to barracking for The Dark Side and one who doesn’t tap me on the shoulder as she sings her victory song, twice, and with great gusto. I guess she shouldn’t mind me being a bad sport too.
Of course the new mum will have to bake and bring cakes to the footy like my old mum.
At least my ‘nucks went 2-1 in the first round of the playoffs against the Flames in Cow Town. Yet again sporting salvation from half a world away.
Bloody Tigers.
If I were you I would stick with the old one, better the devil you know than the devil you don’t!!!!!(C’mon the Mighty Saints)
I love going to the footy with Lois. Always a positive outlook. I hope to have that same outlook in future when going to the footy.