The sound of Sunday. I don't know what that phrase may mean to others, but here it is yelling and cheering at an inanimate object. (You know they can't hear you, don't you?)
"Get that guy!"
(That is of course, unless they fumble.)
He has dragged my children into this ritual. Little Man wears his jersey on Sundays, and yells at the TV along with Daddy. Gabriella has a cheerleader outfit, and she hollers "Go Broncos!!" while going about her 3-year-old duties.
Where does this leave me? All alone, on the computer. Not such a bad deal, is it?