"Stop Your Stupid Sh*t!"

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The boys had some friends over for the NCAA Final Four Games.

Melky was a little agitated that they wanted her seat on the couch.

Melky eventually won that fight.

Yet, a whole bunch of things kept bouncing around in my head as we watched the games together.

My Dad used to love when we stayed home with him for a big event. Of course, he was excited to be able to make us food and I had that instinct going early on.

"We have to get some pizza's for the game," I said, as we were eating dinner.

"We're eating now," my beautiful wife reminded me, but I was thinking of Dad...and how he wanted to make sure that everyone was having a good time during the night's events.

The first game was calm enough.

Duke just crushed Michigan State and by the middle of the second half the boys were already looking for the pizza and they had switched it to the Justin Bieber roast.

We all laughed at it again.

And then they started getting a little goofy.

They were tossing stuff back and forth.

Jake and Sam and Quinn were insulting Matt and back and forth.

This time I thought of my Mom saying something that she said about a million times:

"Stop Your Stupid Shit!"

Thankfully, I got the pizza done and the second game captured everyone's attention.

We were all cheering hard for Wisconsin as Jake and Sam were both alive to win some money on the pools.

We all went to bed happy.

Yet as I closed my eyes for the night I thought about games gone past.

We had all watched the Bills lose the first Super Bowl at the big house on the hill.

Dad had made sauce, including meatballs shaped like footballs.

I thought of Mom screaming at the television during the Douglas-Tyson fight:

"Go! Buster Go!!" She chanted.

The games don't really matter, folks.

The 'stupid shit' kinda' does.

I was texting my buddy Gag as the game wore on:

"These kids are driving me nuts!"

"LOL," he wrote. "That's great."

It is great.

Wisconsin winning helped.

So did the pizza.

The boys' guest ate 6 pieces.

Oh to be 17 years old again.

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