Yesterday I woke up bemoaning the fact I forgot to pack alka
seltzer for my trip to my cousin’s party. I should have known better because he
has some mystical ability to encourage severe beer consumption whenever we’re
together. Alright – it’s not that mystical. I had a bunch of errands to take
care of due to my wifeless existence, as well as a couple ice storms to dodge,
so I snuck out of my cousin’s house before those with civilian burnished time
clocks arose. It turned out to be a good decision as the first of the ice
started to fall just as I was pulling into the house.
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| Buddy Trying to Look Contrite |
I was conducting my morning constitutional basking in the afterglow
of the prior evening’s festivities when Buddy the Wonder Pooch decided to lodge
his complaint for spending that same evening in his kennel. He took up station outside
the bathroom door and then I heard the unmistakable sounds of a truly
spectacular technicolor yawn. I was not in position to hurry him outside so
when the first one elicited no immediate response other than a loud and deafening,
“NO!” from behind the door he deposited the remaining contents of his stomach with
a second yawn. After all the beer my cousin “forced” on me the night before
cleaning up the results of this protest was not first on my list of tasks I
wanted to face. Buddy felt he had adequately stated his point and tried to look
contrite although I swear I caught him smiling a couple times.
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| The Gang Watching Football Yesterday |
The ice eventually turned over to a steady rain which
allowed me to drive up to Keene to watch the NFL playoff games with the two Keene
Friends and the Cantankerous Friend who followed through with his threat to
join us for the second game. We were rewarded with two epic games although that
opinion is probably not shared by anybody from either Wisconsin or Indiana. The
defending champ Seahawks looked all but dead until the final four minutes of the
game when they staged a comeback for the ages. Green Bay contributed with some really
curious actions – playing not to lose instead of to win. They really didn’t
deserve to win and karma redeemed its price with an overtime touchdown pass.
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| The Catch that Ended Green Bay's Season |
People who were in the know had been saying all week that
the Colts could not hope to match up with the Patriots. I’m not brave enough to
not harbor some doubts – not wanting to anger the football gods. Turns out they
were right as the Patriots destroyed the Colts in the same driving rain storm I
drove through earlier. We have to work on our high fiving though. As each Patriots
touchdown scored we attempted a group high five which met with limited and in some
ways comical results. It remains so much more fun to watch the game with friends
instead of solo. Keene Friend had to leave for work shortly after halftime but he allowed the rest of us to hang out and watch the Patriots complete their destruction of Indiana.
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| Sweeeeeet!!!!! |
My wife joined us from Panama by a continuous stream of
texts asking me why certain things were happening such asking why Brady threw
an “intersection”. It was fun though. My daughter also texted Patriots support
from the West Coast and Wing Man went on stage last night wearing one of his Patriots’
shirts. In the midst of one of the scoring drives my college roommate called from
Pittsburgh and was immediately put on speaker phone. We thanked him for LeGarrette
Blount and he reported he and his wife are renting a cottage for a week this
summer. He grew up on the shores of Spofford Lake and hosted some of the
greatest parties of my misspent youth there. So we will return to the scene of
several misdemeanors that are better assigned to the dustbin of history than explored
here. Something else for us to celebrate.
Epic synergy.
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| Wing Man on Stage Last Night |
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| California Daughter Support |
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