In the genes?

Charlie throws himself over the back of the couch after much pacing
as the Saints miss a 3rd down conversion and a field goal.

Charlie's grandma is going to be 93 this week on the 26th. She's in phenomenal shape and spends her days doing what you'd expect most women her age and condition to be doing....trips to the beauty parlor, bridge games, dinners at the country club, and walks at the mall. She also spends quite a bit of her day reading the sports section and flipping back and forth between football and golf on the tube.

Being a devoted Oklahoma University fan she despises LSU and just like any good Oklahoman she doesn't miss a chance to tell you how low down and arrogant Les Miles is. Those football grudges don't go away very quickly. The lady's serious about sports, especially college ball.

She dishes some jeers throughout the game, and doesn't bite her tongue to be polite or think twice about rooting against your team. Not that she should. But if you ask Charlie, he thinks his grandma is a poor sport and he can't watch ball with her. And of course this has nothing to do with her cheering against LSU, so he says.

He tried explaining to me during the first half of LSU's game versus Auburn last night that he'll root for LSU, but it's not such a big deal if they can't pull it out. I raised my eyebrows and smiled. It was a matter of plays before the genes kicked in.

"Take that, b*tch. How ya like roughing the passer now?!?" He's on his feet, pacing, flailing his hands. The game was a nail biter, so this continued for the entire second half, until he finally looked at me and I called him "Neeter" (his nickname for his grandma). His look turned sheepish and he sighed. "I just can't help it."

Yep, he's his grandma's boy alright.