It better be a good game. I was slated to fly out last night. My flight got delayed repeatedly until 2 am when it was unceremoniously cancelled, leaving me (and about 50 other GT fans) basically no options that guarantee my arrival in time for the game. I am sitting in my kitchen instead of at a Chicago hotel and my old roommate is taking his kid to the game instead of me. That's right, you heard it correctly. I am tired and I am really upset. I am out $600 (hotel and return flight on a different airline) and I feel like breaking something. All can be erased with a good showing. I am going to stream the radio call and synchronize to my DVR and get cheered up in the process. Nothing that a little whiskey clear and a few guys in white shirts streaking down the field can't fix.
I should be adult about this and at least recognize it is a blessing that his son can go to the game in my stead. I understand he is pretty excited. I love the kid and I hope he has a good time.................kind of .....................not really...............................absolutely not. Who am I kidding. I am insanely jealous and I hope they get a flat tire.
