3 TD catches
1 TD pass.
1 dominating victory.
And one extremely sore kidney thanks to my overly enthusiastic stepson whose idea of two- hand touch is a strong open palm perfectly placed for ultimate devastation of my left kidney. Pretty bad pain ever since.
His stats...
0 TDs of any kind. Karma.
Game only lasted about 1 hour because it started pouring and too many guys checked out.
Not as memorable as the year a family brought their friend or cousin who blew out his knee and dropped a string of F bombs that Bruce Willis in Die Hard would be proud of.