Grand Avenue by Mike Thompson for November 13, 2016

I own stock in the Packers, so I can proudly say it’s “my” team.

In 2017, Chicago cubs VS Chicago White Sox in the WS.

Good lesson for the child. There is no “our.” I used to carry copies of a section of the Texas Family Code that’s informally known as the Parents’ Bill of Rights. It lists a bunch of stuff that drives kids wild. Like they own nothing. Everything they earn or buy or are given, including their clothes, belongs to their parents. When a bunch of Scouts would be griping about “my” room, “my” video game, or “my” stuff, I’d haul out copies and pass them around. Good way to clear a campsite of flies. The open mouths would catch a lot of them.

WE need to spank that kid into some respect.

The same problem happens here on weekends. If there are fantasy team members playing, the daughter-in-law takes control of the TV all day long. Good thing I have lots of Randolph Scott Westerns to watch if I want to watch my own TV.

When you are in high school, your team really is your team. They are composed of your classmates and neighbors who live in the same area as you. If they do well, there is a real sense of pride in your town. A pro NFL team is not “your” team – they have been pulled/drafted for their talent from Nationwide (and beyond). You are merely rooting for a random conglomeration of players assembled from far and wide, playing against another conglomeration of players assembled from far and wide.