He walked by me wearing a kilt and a Dallas Cowboys jersey; number 9.
"Hey, is that a Tony Romo skirt?" I asked sarcastically.
He looked back at me, and clenched his jaws as he focused on my Redskins hat. If his daughter hadn't been with him it might've gotten ugly - but the Maryland Renaissance Festival is all about love, fried foods, and playing dress-up so I didn't get my butt kicked today.
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