King of the Kiddies

My son is a football prodigy. There is no denying it. His instincts are impeccable.
You have no idea how gratifying an experience it can be when your 4 year old son comes up to you while you're watching the game and says "Look Daddy, football! I love football!" Of course, he will two minutes later scream, "Daddy, I want to watch SpongeBob!" But hey, could be worse.
After consulting with Dr. Hirschman at the Institute for Advanced Toddler Gambling Research, and working out several trial methods, Mac and I have hit on the perfect procedure for picking games. We go to espn.com, read all the insider info and watch NFL Matchup. We discuss all of the relevant injury reports and watch tape of the last week's games.
We then go to NFL.com, where all the matchups are listed with logos, and Mac picks the logo he likes (no, no, Daddy, I like the DOLPHIN, not the horse-thing [Buffalo]). No promting whatsoever from me. His picks are his own. Confidence points are assigned randomly (I put my cursor on a game and my wife yells out a random number between 1 and 14 or 16).
That being said, I like to think it is more than just luck. You should see him make an open-field tackle on his brother! Or how he can execute the perfect spin move when I'm running after him trying to get the scissors out of his hands. I smell Div I scholarship offers . . . .
posted by Kenny @
1:45 PM
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9/23/2003  |
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