My wife was out of town for the weekend for a bachelorette party. So I was on full time dad duty and was kind of expecting to not be able to watch the full game. My daughter likes to dress up in Gopher gear, eat food, but normally despite my numerous attempts to change her mind, she doesn't give two sh!ts about the RPO. She now knows we hate Iowa, but I'm not sure if she really feels it (I'm working on it).
As I'm sitting down yesterday, fully expecting to only be able to watch bits and pieces of what should be a dominant Gopher win, my daughter decides to take an interest in the game.
"Why are you shaking your head daddy?"
"Well, because you should never go for it on 4th and 1 from your own 29 in a game like this?"
"Why?"
"Because then the other team gets the ball"
"Why?"
"Those are the rules?"
"Why did we do it?"
"Here's my phone, FaceTime Grandma"
You get the point. I'm sitting in my basement watching every second of this dumpster fire while the most precious thing on the planet is unintentionally twisting the knife with her barrage of questions (I'm not so sure it was unintentional).
As the game ends, she said something so profound that it could only have come from the mind of someone whose psyche hadn't been conditioned from years of being a MN sports fan to expect and almost embrace yesterday's anguish "it's ok, we can pick a new team."
I don't know whether to correct her or take the advice.