Hawg73
Mediocre with flashes of brilliance
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- Nov 26, 2002
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You hear a lot of athletes talk about how you they put "family first" over football. So, here's why I should have just blown off my "obligations" and gone to the game when I had the chance to do so when offered good seats at face value, which I passed up on.
My sister had planned our annual post-Christmas family reunion for this past Saturday. It is generally considered an important thing to keep everyone together and I have generally agreed with that.
Then, of course, the Pats get scheduled for the playoff game Saturday night, but I couldn't just blow the reunion off-- or at least felt that I shouldn't so decided to compromise and make a "tailgate" out of it.
I brought my pop-up shelter to her house and set it up on her deck with a propane heater and a flat-screen TV. Everyone wore their Patriots gear etc., and I was looking forward to it as the next best thing to being there.
We got there around 3PM and did the usual drinking and eating, schmoozing etc. and by 7:30 I was in pre-game psyche mode.
Problem was that at 7:40 the power went out in the area and we had a house full of people carrying flashlights and lighting candles.
I had a hard time holding back the profanities that would have no doubt shocked the kiddies. I settled for "this is a big bucket of suck".
A call to Mass Electric told us that there was "no estimate in restoral for the major power outage in the Weymouth area". I yelled at the truck circling the neighborhood to give us a break but, it appeared the guy had no clue what the issue was.
Great. We debated what could be done and elected to go old school by starting up a car and blasting Gil and Gino out the windows while we stood around drinking beer in the front yard in the chilly dark and praying for juice to return.
Finally, blessedly, with a few minutes to go until halftime the lights came back on and the party was on.
All things considered, it was kind of fun but, I missed virtually the entire first half.
The Jags weren't the only people with technical difficulties that night.
Thats the last time I pass up playoff tickets for a family obligation. They'd get over being pissed at me after a few months.
Bleeping blackouts suck.
My sister had planned our annual post-Christmas family reunion for this past Saturday. It is generally considered an important thing to keep everyone together and I have generally agreed with that.
Then, of course, the Pats get scheduled for the playoff game Saturday night, but I couldn't just blow the reunion off-- or at least felt that I shouldn't so decided to compromise and make a "tailgate" out of it.
I brought my pop-up shelter to her house and set it up on her deck with a propane heater and a flat-screen TV. Everyone wore their Patriots gear etc., and I was looking forward to it as the next best thing to being there.
We got there around 3PM and did the usual drinking and eating, schmoozing etc. and by 7:30 I was in pre-game psyche mode.
Problem was that at 7:40 the power went out in the area and we had a house full of people carrying flashlights and lighting candles.
I had a hard time holding back the profanities that would have no doubt shocked the kiddies. I settled for "this is a big bucket of suck".
A call to Mass Electric told us that there was "no estimate in restoral for the major power outage in the Weymouth area". I yelled at the truck circling the neighborhood to give us a break but, it appeared the guy had no clue what the issue was.
Great. We debated what could be done and elected to go old school by starting up a car and blasting Gil and Gino out the windows while we stood around drinking beer in the front yard in the chilly dark and praying for juice to return.
Finally, blessedly, with a few minutes to go until halftime the lights came back on and the party was on.
All things considered, it was kind of fun but, I missed virtually the entire first half.
The Jags weren't the only people with technical difficulties that night.
Thats the last time I pass up playoff tickets for a family obligation. They'd get over being pissed at me after a few months.
Bleeping blackouts suck.