So game over and San Francisco goes on to the
Superbowl. In some small way, that makes
me feel better about losing last week. However, as I thought might be the case
Smekk was heartbroken.
“Where is the Clay?”
she asked her face twisted up in what I can only assume is the equivalent of a
pout.
“Well, the Packers lost last week, remember? Clay’s season
has ended.”
Suddenly she took on a look of terror, “was he killed?”
“What! No, he is perfectly fine. Somewhere he is watching
this same game, safe in comfortable chair.”
“But he lost the battle,” she said still not understanding.
“Oh Smekk, this all just a game. The players are battling
for honor and bragging rights. Clay and the others will be back in a few short
months to play again.”
She started to relax and just to make sure I hit the button
setting off that gnarly horn. She was quickly back in the swing of things
shaking her pompom and cheering on her favorites.
As for our halftime meal, I hit the sweet spot. I watched as
the walnuts disappeared by the fistful, but it was all the more rewarding when
Leaf made her way to the table. She took in my choice of serving ware and her
beautiful face blossomed into a smile. I gave her a little nod and handed her
the last apple before Pod stuck it in one of his endless pockets.
Yes, even though my beloved Packers did not take the field,
they can take some pride in being knocked out by the team which will represent
the NFC in the big game. I have figured out what makes my troll friends happy,
but the best was just as I was dropping them off at the river.
Leaf turned to me before hopping down out the truck and
said, “I think you may be the one, yes, you may just be the one.”
Before I could ask what she meant she out the door and
running across the valley. “The one? What does that mean?”
Only the wind responded with a sudden gust slamming the door
shut.
Now I have to wait two weeks for the big game to find out
what that meant.
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