serious parenting thoughts
Sunday, February 3rd, 2008I’m going to raise my children to be Pittsburgh Steelers fans. But, here’s the thing. I can understand that they may eventually grow their own opinions and might want to support a few other teams. As long as they remain Steelers fans, there won’t be a problem in my home. And, with a bit of respect and space, things will get on as always.
Chiefs? Giants? Bears? Titans? Eh, I don’t see the appeal, but, your life, your choice. Colts? Seahawks? 49ers? Okay, sure. No hard feelings there. Dolphins? Packers? Patriots? There’s some respect in that. Eagles? A bit of a drinking problem, perhaps, but otherwise, decent enough.
Rams? Okay, this tells me there are some basic misunderstandings of the sport. Mostly, I can handle that. Chances are, this is my boy who loves ballet, anyway.
But, in the end, there are just some things I cannot not tolerate in my own home.
Ravens, you say? Grounded. Heads will roll. Mouth washed out with soap. “I can take you across my knee, whether you’re 6′1 and 300 pounds or not, young lady.”
Browns? Did you say Cleveland Browns? Oh, no, I think it’s time to move out. “But, Mo-om, I’m only 8.” *throws toys out on the lawn*
Cowboys? DALLAS COWBOYS? DID YOU SERIOUSLY JUST SAY THAT FOUL LANGUAGE IN MY HOME?!?! Children. I.never.had.children.
See, I’m a reasonable person. I could accept a gay child, a wiccan, even a gay wiccan! Get all the piercings and tattoos you want. Drink underage, become a democrat. But a Cowboys fan?
No, no way. Out of my house, don’t call me, don’t write. There are some things that just go too far.
I.don’t.know.you.