Monday night football last night. And I fell asleep right after the "other team" ran a 103-yard return. I was tired and it looked hopeless.

But somewhere in the twilight, I heard my non-football-watching husband whisper in my ear, "We won by one point with two seconds left!"

I managed to say, "That sure musta surprised the other side."

"Yeah. Their fans are still standing there stunned."

When I awoke this morning, he gave me the play by play, telling how the kicker made a once-in-a-lifetime beauty from sixty yards--only to learn it was "no good" because the other team had squeezed in a time out. So, wonder of wonders, he did it again!

My dad raised me to love football, but I married a guy who didn't care much for it...until last night. Never ever has he awakened me to tell me a score!

If anybody knows how I can see the final few minutes of the game, send me a link!