And so it begins...

Today at the end of the Cinci-Pitt game, Brian and I looked over from our nail-biting pose to see Jack in the recliner, holding the remote, with no shirt on. That's right. He took his shirt off. Brian says the only other thing we need is for him to put his hand down his pants, and we have the perfect "man-pose".

Jack's attempts at putting his shirt back on were less than successful and quite amusing. We finally took pity and helped him.