Monday Night Lights

Last night, as we settled in for a little bit of Monday Night Football, my son said, “TV rots your brain. It’s not good for you…(you can imagine the rest)”. He pleaded that we go outside, and I looked into his eyes and saw no irony.

I had a small panic. We were so warm and the wind was starting to blow. The Patriots were playing the Ravens (a game I suddenly cared deeply about). But how could we not oblige?

So we suited up, enlisted the dog, and headed out into the cold, breezy darkness.

As the story always goes, it was fun and felt sublime once we were out there. We talked, ran around in the park near our house, smelled the pre-snow, winter air. We had a phenomenal little clichéd family moment in the outdoors, right at home.