Watching football in my pajamas

I'm still not entirely used to Pacific time, in regards to how it affects my sports viewing habits. I've barely had time to make coffee, and the Seahawks-Bears game comes on at 10 a.m. In fact, it's not even 10:15 and the Bears are already up 7-0. This game may be over before I've even had time to enjoy Kimberly's football-shaped waffles. (If footballs were square.)

Oh well, at least last week's game was fun; my office-mate, Emeron, and his two kids, Klaus and Silke, camped out on my couch with me and Kimberly and watched a great game against the Cowboys. It culminated in what some are calling a classic sports blunder: Tony Romo bobbling a hold on a field goal attempt, botching what should have been an easy chip shot. Mr. Romo was Lucy; Martin Gramatica was Charlie Brown.

That led to some fun Internet shenanigans, such as Tony Romo's tears available for sale on the Dallas Craigslist (since removed), and the story on The Onion, "Tony Romo Regrets Eating Greasy Fried Chicken During Crucial Field-Goal Attempt."

It was one of those "jumping up off the couch and yelling at the TV" sports moments. Good times.