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My wife and I were enjoying an evening out in one of our favorite restaurants when a family of three — mother, father, girl of perhaps four — were shown to a table next to ours. Immediately, the parents began asking the little one where she wanted to sit.

Come with me on a trip to the inner workings of the American male psyche. This is a story about where his mind goes following the last snap and the last second of the last quarter of football season once the Super Bowl ends.

My elementary school principal was white. My teachers were white. My classmates were white. The janitor was white. All of the lunchroom ladies were white.