My better half presented me with an early Christmas gift this morning: a Carson Palmer jersey.
Why is this worthy of a blog entry? (Have you read my blog? My bar is obviously set pretty low…) As you may or may not know, I am a long suffering Bungles fan. The first football game I really remember watching was the Freezer Bowl, in which the Bengals beat the Chargers (in -59°F wind chill). Super Bowls XVI and XXIII have given me a strong dislike of the San Francisco 49ers. In spite of all this, until today I did not possess a single piece of Bengals paraphernalia. I’d owned bits and pieces over the years; the last thing was a plastic mug with little footballs and goalposts floating in its walls. It cracked and leaked fluid, much like the Bengals defense had cracked and leaked yardage over the years.
But today, my lovely wife gave me the first Bengals jersey I’ve had since 3rd/4th grade (a Kenny Anderson). Thank you, honey. I love it.