Third time's a charm?

My dad spent a significant amount of time trying to get Elizabeth Jon and me interested in baseball and football. Although he had a pretty strong feeling he didn't quite succeed I think he knew when, a few years ago, he and Jon were talking while stacking wood and the subject of Tom Brady came up -- Jon had not a clue who he was. Strike one. Along comes Davis. A son-in-law to talk sports with and to watch games with... well, a week or so ago we were watching TV and there was an ad for the Super Bowl - seeing the ad, Davis comments - "Wow, I thought they were done with all that. Haven't they already played that?" Strike two. Last night Oliver watched his first Super Bowl and got down and dirty and ate wings with the boys (ok, really he sampled his first Gerber chicken dinner concoction thing).

When they game got close he really got pretty excited.

He even got a little heated and stuck his tongue out at the ref a few times.


Maybe the third time's a charm?