Genius at Work

If you happen to like geniuses, you've come to the right place. At least according to my younger son.

We were watching the Cowboys/Cardinals game yesterday afternoon and I kept saying what the commentators were saying, except I was saying it first, which I guess makes me smarter than Troy Aikman. I called holding call after holding call, predicted that Warner would keep going to Breaston, said that the Cardinals TD on Romo's fumble would be reversed, and then told my son that Romo was going to throw down the middle and that the Cowboys were gonna kick a tying field goal to send the game into overtime and, of course, that's exactly what happened.

"You're a freakin' genius," he said and, for once, didn't mean it sarcastically.

"No I'm not. I'm just old and have seen this all before," I told him. "One day you'll be old and will say the same things to your son."

"No I won't," said the sarcastic little fuck.