The Golden Rule

The kids came in the other day, excited about a game of football they’d played with the neighbors.

“It was a great game,” my oldest said. “Really close, but we won.”

“Yep,” his little brother chimed in. “The golden rule.”

That last bit stumped me. I know the Golden Rule, of course, but I’ve never heard of it winning a football game.

“You know,” his older brother said. “The golden rule.”

“I really don’t.” I said. “How did ‘do unto others as you’d have them do unto you’ help?”

“Come on, Dad!” he said, exasperated.

“Okay. Let’s pretend I have no idea what you’re talking about. What’s the golden rule?”

My two boys exchanged one of those how-can-our-dad-be-so-stupid ¬†looks, then my oldest answered me. “Whoever scores the last touchdown wins.”

Oh. That golden rule. Silly me.

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