I was on the phone with my mom today when she mentioned how cold it is in the Philly area. I said I was watching NFL Network as the teams arrived in Jersey for the Super Bowl and that it was cold and snowy there. The rest of the conversation went like this (she’s 80 years old, by the way):
Mom: “You must be excited for the game next week.”
Me: “You have no idea. Can’t wait.”
Mom: “Who’s the guy on your team that talks a lot??”
Me: “Richard Sherman?”
Mom: “Yes. I like him!!!!”
(At this point, I start giggling because the thought of having a discussion about Richard Sherman with my mom was pretty much the last thing I would’ve guessed happening.)
Mom: “He’s very intelligent.”
Me: “Yeah, he had a 4.2 GPA in high school in Compton –”
Mom: “– and he graduated from Stanford with a degree in…” (she couldn’t remember)
Me: “In Communications. Yep. He’s going for his Masters, too. And he’s only 25.”
Mom: “He’s very well-spoken. And he tells it like it is. He doesn’t suffer fools easily.”
I love her so much.
The Legend Of Sherman grows and grows.