So far, so good. We’re both upright and walking around(!). The missus is an Oregon fan. She looooooved the Duck demolition of Florida State and their grossly illiterate QB. (Hey. 35 grammatical errors in a one minute statement of boastful defiance in the face of humiliating defeat was worth a whole season of nauseatingly fawning Jameis Winston hype.) She’s quaaaacking in glee.

For my part, I enjoyed the return of Ohio State. Alabama may be a university. I have no personal proof of that. Speaking of which, Wisconsin also beat the other pretend university in that state. Cool. And Michigan State embarrassed Baylor. (Any surprise that Boudica identifies with Spartans?)

Our grandchildren liked their Christmas gifts as far as we know. (Especially the Thornton Burgess stuff.) But our children are our pets. And they were avid in their support for our football affiliations.

So so eager. We are touched indeed.

Raebert can’t get enough of the Oregon Ducks.

Eloise is pretty sure Urban Meyer owns The Force.

Muffy thinks football is almost as much fun as lint. Meaning, it’s like a LOT of fun.

Well, Elliott was pissed at the way the Kansas State Wildcats flopped against UCLA.

But that’s the nature of the holidays. Not everybody can be happy all the time.

Now, though, it’s NFL time.

If we can’t be Eagles, we’ll be Ravens. Long live EAP.