Stout
Hold onto the ball, Murray!
First, some boring but necessary backstory. I just moved home this year, and I'm taking up hunting again for the first time in more than ten years. Earlier today, I went out small game hunting. I was starting to get discouraged, because I hadn't jumped any game.
Then I saw a Cardinal fly near me. I smiled and thought it would be neat if that were a sign. So I tromped off to try to find some little rabbits to shoot. The Cardinal followed me. Everywhere I went for the next forty-five minutes, that Cardinal followed. It's as if he wanted to tell me, "Don't worry. You won't get any rabbits today, but the Cards got your back in football, bud."
Crazy but true, and I think it bodes well. I know we're going to crush the Whiners at home, but I think we also beat the Giants at home too. If we do that, look out Loretta!
Then I saw a Cardinal fly near me. I smiled and thought it would be neat if that were a sign. So I tromped off to try to find some little rabbits to shoot. The Cardinal followed me. Everywhere I went for the next forty-five minutes, that Cardinal followed. It's as if he wanted to tell me, "Don't worry. You won't get any rabbits today, but the Cards got your back in football, bud."
Crazy but true, and I think it bodes well. I know we're going to crush the Whiners at home, but I think we also beat the Giants at home too. If we do that, look out Loretta!