Our friends the Whites joined us for this years Happy Day, which ended up being less than victorious. These pictures were taken prior to me covering myself in sackcloth and ashes and forsaking the comforts of my lazy boy for a pile of potsherds behind the house.
Though obviously staged, these photos do show some of the excitement that surround Happy Day festivities. There were hot wings, virgin margaritas, and of course Ro-Tel. Hanging out with the Whites will turn any day into a happy day, and I was glad they came over. It helped to soften the blow of a terrible showing by the skins and their bogsok naniman coach! They truly did lay an egg out there.
I love me some HOT WINGS!!! I love me some Sarah Tate!!!
Lucy holding the White's newest baby, Abigail.
Even though the Redskins were manhandled in truly embarassing fashion by the New York Giants I felt a oneness with my Tate brethren on the East Coast. I was confident that mine was not the only shirt with Ro-Tel dribbled on it, and I knew that when I groaned at the some of the tuly imbecilic play calling and poor pass protection those groans were echoed up and down the eastern seaboard by my Redskins lovin' kinfolk. As Job says, I guess it'll have to be 15-1 for the Redskins this year. Hope springs eternal- Hail!