I didn’t watch the Superbowl.

I did see part of the opening ceremony while feeding my boy Jack a bottle. They introduced a selection of veterans from the Big One, including a 3rd Division Marine who landed at Iwo Jima with my Uncle John.

Bouncing Jack on my lap, I realized that he would never get to go fishing with his great uncle who had made the world safe for democracy.

I cried.

UPDATE FROM YOUR MAXIMUM LEADER: Who said you had a man card to take away? Your Maximum Leader couldn’t resist the snarky comment. The set-up was too good to pass up.