It happens every year at this time. The house gets suspiciously quiet, and I realize I haven't seen my family for a while. In fact, I've hardly seen them all week, my husband and three boys.
Then a roar erupts from the living room, and I follow the sound. There I find them, my boys, sacked out in front of the TV. And I remember.
No, there's not a Tupperware sale, and it has nothing to do with alleys and pins and funny-looking shoes that are apparently appropriate everyday attire at the moment. No, I'm talking about every sportsman's dream week. Monday Night football. And Tuesday Night Football. And Wednesday Night Football. Need I go on?
We have the Fiesta Bowl, and the Orange Bowl, and the Tangelo-Kiwi Bowl, and let's not forget the Toilet Bowl. This, I am told, is the You-Are-Lucky-to-be-Playing-in-a-Bowl-Game Bowl.
Yes, my family goes into hiding every year this time, as I suspect happens in households all across America. The bowl games are finally over now, ladies, but don't start planning Family Game Night just yet. You did know that Pro-Football Playoffs begin this weekend, didn't you?