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Watching Sunday Football With Owen

With 6 minutes to go the Jets scored a touchdown to go up 28-14 over the Pats. It was a beautiful pass to the back of the endzone by Mark Sanchez, his third TD pass of the game.

Right after we finished talking about what the "red zone" is and just before the touchdown play, Owen and I had this exchange:

Owen: Touchdown! Wow!
Me: Wow is right! He went to his second or third read and threw off his back foot.
Owen: I thought he was going to throw to number 49.
Me: (startled) ...me too... (now laughing) But he was covered in the flat.
Owen: Oh man. The Patriots are get-out-of-here!
Me: Yup, the Pats sure look like they're toast.
Owen: They're raw eggs!
Me: ...
Owen: I made that one up.

It's really scary how quickly he's picking up the intricacies of the game. He saw the fullback (#49) pealing out on a flat route after the play-action.

I remember back when I was sleep-deprived, changing poopy diapers at 3am thinking to myself, "This will all pay off eventually. Hang in there, it'll all pay off."

This afternoon was a big part of that payoff!

Comments

Amy P said…
I can't wait for Christmas and watching football with Owen, Papi, John John and Bubba!
Anonymous said…
SWEET!
mama mia said…
He seems to be able to read the field in soccer too! This observation is based on my one time watching at the final soccer session this summer....You just may have a little athlete on your hands...a future all american?

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