a lot of people might come on here and brag about how accurate their super bowl prediction was.

but i'm not like that.

even if i was a mere two points away from having the exact fucking score.

but, i'm not gonna brag.

cuz i ain't like that yo.

and.........cut.

i was remembering my childhood yesterday. i have memories from when i was three years old. then there are entire years i remember nothing.

i remember playing touch football in the yard when i was four years old with my neighbor, william. he was six. we put our mothers' old purses on our heads for helmets. he beat me by at least 10 touchdowns.

my mother called me in for supper.

"Scotty, Suppertime. Tell william goodnight and come inside", she yelled from the front porch.

"Coming", i yelled back.

i turned to tell william goodnight and asked him a question.

"What should i tell my parents the score was", i asked.

"Tell them you won 100-0", he said.

i ran back inside and sat down at the dinner table. my dad asked me how the game went.

"Did you win, son?", he asked.

"yes sir" i answered.

"What was the score?", he asked as he looked down at me.

"A hundred to nothin' ", i replied back with a smile covering my face.

"You're not a very good liar, scotty", mom said.


i've gotten a lot better since then,


scotty