Are you ready for some football?

Jeremy and I took Jack to his second Northwestern football game today. He was actually pretty well-behaved (mostly due to the bag of Goldfish crackers I let him munch on, as well as our good-natured friends who took turns entertaining Jack). I was amazed as my 22-month-old actually "watched" some of the game, noting the players running and the ball being thrown. This confirmed my theory that all men are born with a football gene.