We were eating dinner at a Hunan's Chinese place doing the "quality time" thing. I was trying to sneak quick looks unnoticed at the game on TV accrossed the room in the bar. When the Cowboys missed the field goal I spit mouthfull of Garlic Chicken in my wifes lap giving myself away.
She was not amused with the chicken, but pretty happy the Seachickens won. My son turns to me and says "Dad I feel really bad for Roma, I think I will pray for him tonight" My son has a great heart...at the same time I was thinking this guy is a multi millionaire in his 20's, and he is crying like the ten year olds I coach in baseball.
I have grown bitter, LOL
There are only two types of people - The Hunters and the hunted,
I hunt.
Alchase