I had three minor heart attacks today.

Well today was great...it started off with a great word at church and an ending prayer that cheered on the Cardinals as if they were part of the trinity. We all laughed but secretly we knew that "oh man the Cardinals better win big today."

So my day started off just right.

My dad, of course, didn't fail to purchase all the goodies that he could at Trader Joe's because shoot this was a big deal and you know what goes well with big deals.... FOOD. Or at least that's how we do it in our family. We eat. My sisters and I joke about how growing up our family would spend most of our food bill weekly on cheese. We know our food pretty well, so we know when the words come from my father's mouth "no good. take it back" we know that the makers of that item have the problem, not us.

Prior to the game my sisters and I spent some time with my Nana and we listened to her tell us how we needed to put socks on because our feet were too cold, so I grabbed some old Christmas socks that I got when I was 12 and put them on to appease her, and she was right, my feet were pretty cold. Time with Nana was great and she even got into the game too! Sometimes the noises from the television bother her but man she was at the dinner table making all kinds of animal noises recalling the times she spent on the farm "back in them thar days," as she explains it. She's never fails to express her excellencies at chinning as a child, how a girl poisoned her with some chocolate before a race, and how she's very much Scottish. She tries and speaks in Japanese, but na it needs some practice.

I love my family. We're a whole lot of everything, but I love us.

The game commenced with the kick off as my dad is blaring not only both TVs in our house but the radio at the same time, just enough so we are teased by the 3second delay of the television.

The game was wild. I thought we had it because in the beginning we got momentum with multiple touchdowns leaving Greenbay itching for retaliation and an ego that was a bit walked on. But they crept up and tied our precious lead. We went for the field goal (ha I almost thought it was gold) with a few seconds left in the game to win, but the ball went far too left.

My heart sank and I was sad, I felt like I was talkin in class and my 3rd grade teacher yelled at me for being too loud. "But I'm a good kid, I really am," I'd reply.

Sorry I digress.

But it was overtime and Greenbay won the coin toss. That was it. I thought it was over. I mean I was sooo pumped for this game with my emotions all involved and then a car ran over my heart and left it stuck under it's tire.

By this time I had already started talking myself through this possible, almost tangible loss, by listing off all that I still had if this close reality were to actually, and probably occur. I mean I still had my salvation, I still have a bright future ahead of me, I have a great family and food to eat. I was going to be ok.

No soon that I calmed myself with these blessings did I spy with my little eyes some thing that is a ...... fumble by Greenbay? WHAT? YES. A fumble by Greenbay led to an interception by the Cardinals and touchdown to win the game! The room fell silent for a second and the cheering filled the room like the sound of thunder during a storm. For, what seemed like an eternity were cheers like "THATS WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT," "WOOOOO," and the ever popular "SON OF A GUN" followed by a "MIDA NO MAS" coupled with a "WASHALO" (who knows how that's actually spelled).

But we did it. The underdogs won. My underdogs won. Bring it Saints. Hey and while ur at it, bring em all.... Peter, Paul, and shoot... even Mary. lol