My poor kids. My poor 26 kids. Despite my failures at using contraceptive devices, I’ve succeeded at creating devout Dolphins fans. Only time will tell if this required a call to child protective services - OR - a catalyst to unravelling the mysteries of existential bliss.
As a child born in the early 80’s, I grew up in a culture of winning, but not winning it. I had the luxury of watching some of the best football players to grace the NFL: still haven’t won it. Then I went to college, and I honestly don’t know if college or being a Miami Dolphins fan has killed more brain cells since then.