Over the years, she's learned some of the terminology and she obviously pays attention to the commentary because she has surprised me with her observations about things that happen during the games. She cheered mightily along with the rest of us during the River City Relay and groaned in despair when we missed the extra point. Mom has been a good sport for all these years hosting many gameday parties with Dad at their house and putting up with our group mania during the good times and our unbridled depression during the bad times.
Now that two of my brothers and I have season tickets along with our spouses, we have the opportunity to finally take her to a game. Tomorrow, my mom is going to her very first Saints game. My sister-in-law, Renee, is in her ninth month of pregnancy so she's forced to stay home. She and my dad will watch the game together while the rest of us are whooping it up in the Superdome.
Go Mom! Go Saints!