We were watching the Super Bowl when something reflective and profound happened. It was the last few minutes of the game and the first time ever a Super Bowl had EVER gone into overtime. My daughter got up and told her husband, “I’ve got to visit the ladies room, you’re on Daddy Duty.” I’m thinking, Oh yay, I’m going to get the baby now. Certainly Kyle will hand him off so he can concentrate on the game. I waited for the toss. Hand off. Toss. Get it? I waited but…
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