My son wants the Saints to win the Superbowl.  His reason is rather endearing: the only thing about football that amuses his other mom, POB (partner of blogger), is that she can sing, “When the Saints go marching in” whenever the team is playing. 

Ok, enough cooing about my charming and sweet child.  Why would I say such a thing?  Since I have been watching  all these football games with my son (a new test of my love for him), AND I actually want the Colts to win the Superbowl (I like Peyton Manning). 

Leave it to me to turn a simple football game (ok, a Superbowl game) into a referendum on whom our son loves more.   As if it matters.  In fact, it doesn’t matter — as long as I win. 

Who’s competitive?