NASHVILLE, Tenn. – There is a gauge in my house that tells me how things are looking for the future.
He is 8.
When Fox uses a robot graphic or Seattle wears neon uniforms or a team does a silly touchdown celebration, I use Simon as a test.
Was that cool? Did you like it?
Because what sports do isn’t meant for his 48-year old dad nearly as much as it’s meant to get hooks in him.
So on a Sunday when the Titans were off, my son and I made a deal. He’d watch a big chunk of Red Zone with me, granting permission for me to write about it through his eyes.
Home from church, we changed into football watching clothes and sat side-by-side. A tray of snacky lunch items magically appear on the chair arms between us -- thanks, Teresa – as Scott Hanson took us around the league and showed off his remarkable bladder control while not going to the bathroom for over six hours.
“He could be sitting on a toilet while he does it,” Simon said.
Potty humor out of the way, right away.
