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His Game

His Game

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(Pretends their colors match the teams)

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(Pretends their colors match the teams)

One thing about me is I don't trust athletes. I had nothing against them, but they cheated. They had such a big ego, they would cheat on their pretty girlfriends, or worse their wives.

When Dane invited us to his game, I really wanted to say no. I just didn't want the attention, but I did it for my son.

Today was the game. I just got out of the shower, put my lotion on, and did my hair and makeup, now it was time to get dress.

I didn't know what to wear to a football game, so I called Owen. "Owen!"

"Yes!" He called from his room.

"Come here, I need your help!"

One minute later, he came in my room, dressed in a Jersey, with a big smile on his face.

I tightened my towel around my body and got eye level with him.

"Can you help mom pick out her outfit?" I asked. His smile grew bigger, running into my closet.

"You should wear jeans mom, you will look pretty." He smiles, showing off his teeth.

"Are you sure? Is that what people wear to a game?" I asked. He nodded his head and ran out the room. I sighed and listened to my son.

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