Nash
Family lunch on Sunday is the one tradition my family partakes in. We get up, go to church, and then congregate back at the house we grew up in to have an amazingly home-cooked meal that our mom slaves over for a couple of hours. Back when I married Katie, she used to help her while the group of us men watched football, baseball, or whatever the hell sport was on TV. Numerous times over the years, us guys have tried to go in there and help her so that she isn't responsible for everything. Every time we try, she kicks us out, tells us that she can do better without our brand of help.
"Did you bring that new hunting rifle you bought?" Jameson asks Austin as there's a break in the Braves vs. Bandits game. Our childhood friend Slater plays for the Bandits, so for the day we become fans
