drowning my sorrows in fish nuggets, burritos and ping pong

Our first game was last night. We lost 41-7. Ouch.

After almost twelve hours of films, practice and game planning for next week's game, I came home today and was pretty tired and cranky. There were a few left-over fish nuggets and fries from the boys' dinner in Brad and Krystal's fridge and half of a burrito from Robin's lunch in our fridge. I attacked them both and left no evidence. Then Brad, Andy and I played ping pong for over two hours. I feel a little better now.