It's happened!
You have to understand the passion that reigns in this house around this time of year. The earth stops spinning, time as we know it ceases except for that one-eyed monster that spews forth either the euphoric ambrosia that we drink or the grimy stagnant liquid that we are forced to swallow.
Do you know what I'm talking about? Does this happen at your house?
I'm talking about football. At this time of year is there anything else?
Well, now we finally have something we can be proud of out here in good ol' Arizona.
It's the:
Just for honesty's sake, I will admit, I am a fairweather fan. For years I would shake my head in disgust at our home team as they fumbled and tumbled. But then...Kurt Warner.
I think my husband just sighed with delight at the very thought of the hope Kurt Warner (and all of his wonderful partners in crime) has given us.
Years ago, I thought that all Cardinal paraphenelia should be banned forever from any kind of store willing and wanting to make money on these poor souls who couldn't even score one touch down.
This year, I went and actually, purposely purchased a Cardinals hat for Bubba.
Boys, you made a believer out of me!
*And also a wife who prays you continue to win because I don't want to have to drag my poor, mopey hubby out of the depths of despair. Again!
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