I’ve read some of the comments since the game and struggled with whether or not to share, but here we go. My wife gave birth to our first born child last week and he was immediately taken to the NICU. We’ve been in the NICU for a week now and still really don’t have any answers, only that he’s having many epileptic seizures daily and the neurologists call it “a very rare phenomenon.” I watched the game on my phone on silent in the NICU while holding my baby boy, honestly not knowing whether he was going to survive to see tomorrow. I missed plays here and there and actually didn’t watch the final 4 minutes. Last week, I made jokes about wanting my wife to have him early in the week so that we could get home to watch the game, but now that I’m a father and am going through this, I realize that it doesn’t matter. At all. It’s a football game played by kids. I’m sure down the road I’ll get back to being incredibly passionate about the Dawgs and my Bravos, but not today. Today I’m thankful for my family and glad that the Dawgs won a game in front of a national audience vs. a blue blood, playoff caliber football team. And that’s enough for me.
