Watching this game was tough, and not just for the reasons you think.
Last night my wife had a night out so I had to solo the bedtime routines for our three kids, including our five month old son who has a frustrating habit of refusing to take a bottle. No matter what I tried, no matter how much I followed the usual pattern, he doesn’t want anything to do with that damn bottle. Instead, like the good dad that I am, I walked laps through our house over and over, getting spit up on every now and then and catching glimpses of the game until the little guy fell asleep and I could lay on the couch.