And I also wouldn't have the impossibly strong urge to chant "Man City!" to a random guy at the grocery store who happens to be wearing a Manchester United shirt. I couldn't pick out anyone on either team if my life depended on it, but something about spending so much time in the presence of Jason makes me momentarily get distracted from corralling 4 rambunctious children through a Meijers in northwest Ohio to thoroughly confuse/jeer an innocent bystander about his soccer allegiance... or just his choice of shirt.
And this makes me think, " Where did that come from?" and then I remember exactly where that came from, and think, "I love Jason so much!"
GO CITY!
2 comments:
I feel the same way about Sam! I was never a sports watcher. I preferred to play them. But now that I am old and fat, the playing part seems quite hard. But now I am an avid BYU fan and everyone knows it. Our kids even have BYU capes because of Sam's creative cutting skills on old BYU t-shirts. Husbands are the best. I am glad you found a good one!
Wow, this story inspires me. :)
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