Monday Night Football

I'd always kind of liked my birth story: my mother was in labor on Labor Day, and I was born just after midnight on that Tuesday.

I like it even better after talking with my father Sunday.

Apparently, as my father was settling down to watch Monday Night Football (Week 1, Baltimore Colts versus Dallas Cowboys), my mother said, "the baby is going to come tonight." My father, ever the gentleman, asked if they needed to go to the hospital right away. My mother said, no, they had time.

At halftime, my mother said, "OK, let's go to the hospital."

Then, my favorite part of the story: my mother was escorted back to the birth and delivery room while my father remained in the waiting room, watching the second half of MNF. And, according to my father: "A few minutes after the game was over, they came out and told me I had a new daughter."

I love the fact that my father's football watching was completely unimpeded by my birth. I also love the fact that my father was nowhere near the birth itself. When I asked him about it, he reminded me that "it was a different time," but conceded it was something that both he and my mother were on agreement about.

For some reason, this doesn't surprise me.

The only sad note to this story is that it seems the MNF game itself was kind of lame. Dallas beat the Baltimore Colts 38 to 0.