Go Ask Daddy About Despicable Zebras, Cheek Smacks and High-Dollar Tickets

photo credit: Kalexanderson via photopin cc
photo credit: Kalexanderson via photopin cc

I’ve avoided all Super Bowl coverage this week.

It involves highlights of past games. Moments immortalized for all time. There are incredible clips, of Joe Namath’s brash prediction, the crowning jewel of the Miami Dolphins’ perfect season.

The Giants’ Eli Manning destruction of the New England Patriots’ bid for another undefeated year.

It includes footage of Denver Broncos woes, shots of Craig Morton getting sacked, guys named Timmy Smith and Joe Morris ripping the Orange Crush defense, and, 55-10, the final score of a nightmarish Super Bowl  with the San Francisco 49ers.

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Guest Post from Hilary of Feeling Beachie: Why She’ll Always be Daddy’s Little Girl

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A snowtrooper, on a coin-operated iron binocular, atop Mill Mountain in Roanoke, Va.

Years ago, the father of two former players was killed when his auto shop was robbed.

I saw police lights at the shop as we headed home from pizza night at the in-laws’. We hoped and prayed for the best. The next morning, before kickoff on the opening day of soccer season, my sister’s teary call confirmed my friend Greg had been the one killed.

A good man lost is always a tragedy.

When last I saw him, Greg made repairs to my car I couldn’t afford and bought me lunch out of the back of a hatchback. He said in Spanish to the awesome cook and entrepreneur who’d pulled into his shop lot that he’d get the bill for my lunch – whatever I wanted.

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