Everybody who knows the extended McConaughey family knows that every single one of us is a die-hard Patriots fans. Just read my dad's response to the post "Leah's Belly - Week 21" and you'll get the picture. In fact, it's sort of an unofficial prerequisite to be in the family. I even suspect that 6 years ago when we announced we were getting married, Jonathan was whisked away to a secret location to be tested on the starting offensive and defensive lines, who "The Tuna" was and why we hate him, and the names of #87 and #84, my favorite players.
I was reminded of all of this when I went to print out the Patriots game schedule for this year. Our little boy's due date is December 16th, and I sighed with relief that due dates are just an approximation! December 16th is a SUNDAY, and this is not just any Patriots game day...they're playing against the Jets! (Cue the chorus of "boo" all around.)
This year for my dad's birthday we got him Patriots wool socks as a good luck charm during game days. What makes them good luck, though, is that they match the baby booties we got for his grandson, who was not known to be a boy at the time. I'm sure our littlest Patriots fan will bring a big dose of good luck to the Patriots (and the McConaugheys) this football season, especially against those rotten Jets. Go Patriots!!
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In order to properly prepare The Olive for our family football parties, we will need to teach him the following:
1. How to high-five when the Patriots score a touchdown.
2. How to hold up the Patriots football helmets from the cupcakes for luck.
3. How to eat the cupcake that the Patriots helmet came out of.
4. How to yell at the TV if the Patriots make an error, as though they'll somehow hear you.
And perhaps most importantly:
5. How to NOT eat spicy food during a Super Bowl.
:)
Just a charming blog...he's coming just in time for the Randy Moss era, so get him up and learning those Pats facts as soon as he can open his eyes :-)
Dear Little Olive,
Since we are on a Patriots' theme in your blog, here's one of the tales from the sideline.
During a Patriots' football game when your Mom was a baby and Auntie Merin and your cousin Dan were crawling around my parent's house, Great Grandpa McCon, Uncle Rebe and I were watching a Patriot's game and drinking way too much beer. Great Grandma McCon, Aunt Cindy and G were also watching the game and keeping an eye on the babies and couldn't help but notice that your great grandfather kept yelling at the squirrels that were walking on top of the fence in his backyard and he decided to do something about those pesky little critters. At halftime Great Grandpa announced "I've had enough of these #@%& squirrels, Mark, David, we are going out to buy a gun!" Uncle Rebe and I jumped up to go with Great Grandpa to go buy us one of them guns, but we were momentarily stopped by the sober women in the house, who gave it one of those "over our dead bodies" type of proclamations, but since we were talking a gun here, they may have used other reasoning to stop us.
Little Olive Dude, I have to reset the picture here to give you a complete understanding of the situation. It was a Sunday afternoon. Back in those days, gun stores were not open on Sundays, but what the heck, let's say they were. Three drunk Patriots' fans were about to go rushing in, breathless and in a hurry, saying "give us a gun so we can shoot them #@%& squirrels" and Bobby Joe behind the counter was going to sell us a weapon? I don't think so.
Back at your great grandparent's house before we could get in the car, the three wives of the three stooges formed an inescapable barrier and did not allow said stooges out the door, yelling at us about compromising the safety of the children and calling us bad names that no way could be printed in a family blog but were very appropriate for the situation. Before we could find the car keys, halftime was over, more beers were opened and Great Grandpa McCon, Uncle Rebe and I settled in for the second half. Out on top of the fence, the squirrels flipped us off in three different languages, but who knew - by that point we couldn't see that far so clearly. At the end of the game the score was squirrels 1, humans 0. Betcha can't wait to watch a game with us! We'll be waiting for you.
Love,
Grandpa
aw... those are adorable.
Hi guys - Yesterday Steve, Jenn and her boyfriend Bobby all watched the Pats game together. Jennie told Bobby that the only thing about football she likes is the cupcakes! So he had to know all about them and their special meaning. She also told him the story of Uncle David being rushed to the hospital with chest pains that turned out to be acid reflux! So we have so many fun memories of watching the games together. Can't wait to see you all again.
Love,
Aunt Helen
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