Apparently there was some sort of football game or whatever on Sunday and people around here who are into that kind of thing were all jazzed up because the Cowboys won. I don’t know.
So by Monday, after I’d listened to 48 straight hours of some Bubba on the the television or car radio say the word “cowboy” about billion times, I turned to Antique Daddy and said, “Goodnight, how much is there to say about one football game? Hour after hour, show after show they just keep talking. It’s been said already for Pete’s sake.”
And he paused for a minute and said, “Yeah. Sorta like HGTV.”