Packer Victory Day

Awesome day. Dad and I worked on a puzzle for awhile, and then he did PT with a new therapist who was very nice. She pushed dad, and he did his hand-cycling standing up, which wore him out and dipped his blood pressure. He recovered though, and slept for a while while I went out shopping for a green robe (not available, had to settle for blue) and packer game snacks. We couldn't get the first half of the game on television and were making due with online updates, but Heather (the nurse's aide) came in at half time to get us into the cafeteria, where the game was available. It was a fun game and win.

After the packer victory, I got us some celebratory steaks from Landry's, then we settled in for the Steeler/Jets game. We sat up in the cafeteria for the first quarter, then went back to the room for the second quarter. Dad fell asleep partway through the second quarter, and I said goodnight.

As we were talking about football, dad gave me two good Steeler stories. We lived in Pittsburgh until I was in 1st grade, and dad told me that he had 40 yard line, 4th row tickets (through the company) and the seats were close enough that when the Steelers stood up, he couldn't see the field. For two years the Steelers didn't do anything, and dad, in disgust, finally sold his tickets. The next year, they went to the Superbowl. Second story was about him being in a Pittsburgh bar one night, and some big, goofy blond guy coming in introducing himself and saying he had just been signed as the new quarterback. Eh, no one really cared. His name was Terry Bradshaw.

And tonight's shout out goes to: the pirate quarterback (aaarrrr), Aaron Rodgers. Thanks for the win!

Peace and love,
Robin