12 Jan '09 01:27>1 edit
Originally posted by no1marauderThanks. As an insight into the degree to which I am a broken man, I have this to offer: I have planned for a month to visit my brother, his first son, my father who lives in Florida, and my uncle (father's brother) next weekend just outside of Philadelphia. My dad's driving up. Tonight, I got a call to come up to the corner tappie for a victory shot. While there, it was established that one of the people who called me up there - a single, 27-year-old woman with a slamming body - has access to some very, very good tickets, both for next weekend and for the Super Bowl should the Eagles win next week. She offered to take me, and the Super Bowl ticket wouldn't cost me anything - as I, through her, would be a guest of Jeffrey Lurie - the Eagles owner.
Congrats; Eli really sucked, for some reason our offensive coordinator decided Jacobs shouldn't be used in crucial situations and McNabb made a few big plays. The Eagles deserved it and the Giants didn't.
Good luck in Arizona.
And I'm thinking about it. I feel like this is one of the crossroads in one's life - do you go to see your family, the safe, wholesome, stable choice, or do you go to two different cities in two consecutive weekends with a woman who is not your wife, where the excitement level will be high, alcohol will flow freely, and your friend has a house with a hot tub and a reputation for parties that get completely out of control?
I'm broken. Any and all opinions and/or berations/testimonials to the riduculousness of me are welcome. By the way - I've told my wife the full story, and she's fine with me going. So she says.