At a packed championship game, one mother and her silent son stood out for all the wrong reasons. Then a drunk spectator demanded they leave, and her tearful response changed the mood of an entire stadium section in seconds.
My husband and I have always taken our boys to football games. That is our thing.
Some families go on beach trips and wear matching pajamas at Christmas.
We do stadium food, cold metal seats, overpriced foam fingers, and the kind of yelling that leaves your throat wrecked the next day.
