Casper discovers football season in the Willett household. Casper is not impressed.
Casper is not a fan of clothing or shirts, and he’s especially not hapy about having to wear this Chiefs shirt.
Then, with the Monday night game of the Chiefs & Broncos starting about 17:15, right after he’s eaten and wants to take a proper after-dinner nap, every time the Chiefs score a touchdown (and we scored a LOT of touchdowns while opening a 50-gallon drum of whoopass on the Broncos) I scream and wake him and and scare the crap out of him, and THEN I blow the Vuvuzela of Victory. While I may revel in its sweet, sweet music, Casper just hears a really loud and annoying and scary noise. Po-TAY-toe, po-TAH-toe…
Casper hates football.
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