I wanted the 49ers naturally. I was born there, and lived there for a while.
Plus Steve Young was in our ward when I was ten.
Austin wanted the Ravens. His reasoning? "Well, they beat my Packers and nobody beats my Packers. And I was raised to hate the 49ers. You shouldn't pick teams I was bred to hate. BYU... now the 49ers?"
This meant war.
And I am a ninja. (Please excuse my Sunday grunge and our weird faces.)
In good All-American Spirits, we put the game on our TV and brought out the goods. And Mormon-Mobile for the bbq weenies.
And we let the game begin.
It was funny because Austin being ADD as he is couldn't sit still. The beginning wasn't an exciting game anyway. So he made some bread for himself, and cooked up some dinner. I thought it was funny because we had traded places today. Instead I was the one interested in the sports game! I thought the world had ended and moments after the power went out at the game. .....I'll admit it was a strange coincidence and day haha!
Oh well, next time Niners! Austin can celebrate his victory with his homemade bread with honey and I will be happy that he's happy <3
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