Sunday dinner

Peter suggested we go out to dinner.  We talked about options and decided on Hooters in Brandon.  We decided to leave the condo 6:00pm-ish.  I asked if it would be crowded because of Sunday football.

Reply:  Oh no, Patriots aren't playing until tomorrow night, and Bucs had a bye week today.

Me:  But .... aren't the Bears playing Sunday Night Football tonight?

I'm going to slap him upside the head one of these days.  ha!

What's that saying?  You can take the girl out of Chicago, but ....

At dinner, as we watched the Jaguars beat the Colts (yay!), I suggested that Peter participate in a football pool.  You know ... the kind where one picks the winner of each game played, and then ranks their choice 1-15 (or however many games are played) on how confident they feel about their choice.  I mean, I don't know much about football, and I know even less about footbal pools, but I just threw the suggestion out there.

I asked how he'd think he'd do.  Response:  Shitty.