My wife's family is huge but none of them are sports fans. I always end up watching football by myself and someone always wants to make sure I'm not miserable all alone. Hell, I love the peace and quiet. So I'm all alone in my brother-in-law's bedroom watching the game and my nephew's 7 year old son Zach comes in the room. He said, "can I watch the game with you?" I said sure. He was excited. So I told him that we needed to root for the team in blue. He says, "that's the Dallas Cowboys baby." I laughed and he was pleased. So his Mom comes looking for him about 5 minutes later and she says, "Zach, are you bothering Uncle Mike?" I said, "he's watching the game with me." Zach replied, "the Cowboys rock mom." When everyone was leaving he says goodbye to me and says, "that was fun, let's do it again." Kid is a crack up.