Sometimes, I wonder how I’ll get into some topical Dad subject like the near-meaninglessness of college bowl games these days, and then one of the girls just comes through.
It was New Year’s weekend, and Elizabeth and I sat in the family room, while Some Team played against Some Other Team in Some Bowl Game. Neither of us was watching closely; I was on a laptop, she was lining up dolls.
But Elizabeth was watching more closely than I thought.
“Daddy, I see that one of the team is from America…where’s the other team from?”
Huh?
“I saw an American flag on the helmet of the one team,” she said, sliding another little person into a spot in the dollhouse.
Oh, I thought, the flag emblems that teams of almost every sport and every level slapped onto their uniforms in the days following the 9/11 attacks so that we would all forever remember 9/11 – and then forgot all about them.
Oh, they’re both from America. They’re…
“Then why are they playing against each other?”
Ah, heck, I don’t know, basically, it’s just a fancy scrimmage. How’s that?
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