Princess Piggy Poo is a Tim Tebow fan. I’ve caught her Tebowing in her cage. Every Sunday, when the Bronco games are televised, you’ll find her in front of the TV. Well, I’m in front of the TV, she’s usually tucked in my sleeve or the pouch pocket of my sweatshirt, but I spot her peeking out.
This weekend had Denver at Minnesota. While the Broncos are our team, we cheered for Percy Harvin and his two amazing touchdowns because I’m trying to teach Princess Piggy Poo to spread the Gator love even if the guy is on the enemy team.
There are only two things I worry about when watching football with Princess Piggy Poo: 1) I don’t want to accidentally spike her when my team scores and 2) I don’t want her to accidentally pee on me for keeping her out of her cage and on my person for too long.
This Bronco vs. Viking game was especially dangerous. The back and forth scoring, the excitement of missed tackles and oh, look at that naysayers, Tim Tebow connecting with receivers, it was impossible not to involuntarily kick my legs, yell, stand up, jump up and down and cheer, and be relieved I didn’t drop my piggy.
The fact that the winner wasn’t decided until the last play of the game challenged her little bladder as I bounced up and down cheering, “Holy Piggy Poo! They did it again.” No wonder Princess Piggy Poo loves Tim Tebow. He provides her lots of action-packed excitement on a Sunday afternoon.
(By the way, the fair catch rule should go back to the two-yard safety zone around the person who signals for the catch. I’m all for the special teams being aggressive but this new way looks too dangerous and sloppy. Somebody take care of that for me.)