A good friend of mine, Big D, has season tickets to the Patriots.
No, that is not the reason why I said he is a good
Every year he invites me to a game or two. All I have to do is pay for the ticket and parking. He drives there and back and handles everything for the tailgating. And no hot dogs and hamburgers either, I’m talking BBQ chicken or steak with a little chili, maybe some cocktail shrimp. The beer is even included. I can usually choose which game I want, so I try to pick an early Sunday afternoon game. Living almost 90 miles from the stadium means a 2-hour ride each way. Leaving the house early isn't a problem but you couple that with some post game tailgating and you have yourself a long day with a late night/early morning if you go to a night game.
Earlier this year, when he showed me the Patriots schedule, I was irritated because most games were night games. So I decided on the Jets game that was played this past Sunday. Which I thought early in the season was to be a great choice with the whole videotaping controversy.
So last Wednesday night, Big D & I were out having a couple beers, talking about the game and the Nor’easter
that was due to arrive Sunday morning. He has had these season tickets for at least ten years so he is pretty good judge when it comes to planning due to the weather. He figured we better leave by 9 am if it’s snowing, earlier if its sleet and freezing rain. I told him to call me Saturday to tell me what time and I would be ready to go. Who cares about a little weather, I thought, I will be in Foxboro watching the Patriots.
Saturday afternoon came and so did the call.“I don’t think we’re going tomorrow. It’s not because of the weather during the game. It’s the weather for traveling.”
Instantly, I was a tad bit upset with Mother Nature.
He had a point, though. While our area was supposed to get mostly snow, the weathermen were talking about nothing but freezing rain in Foxboro. He told me the last time he went to a game and it was freezing rain, the trip to the game took him 5 hours while the trip home took 6. I mind as well have picked the night game, I thought. Never mind, once I got home I would have had to clean up my driveway and sidewalks from the snow.
But then the skies opened up and the sun shined bright.“Don’t worry, we will go to one of the playoff games, instead.”
Oh, darn, I thought. Instead of spending who knows how long in a car, watching the Patriots kick the lowly Jets' ass, in the freezing rain and then come home to 4-5 inches of snow, I have to go to a playoff game.
So my apologies go out to Mother Nature. Apparently you created my own little “perfect storm”. One request though, can you please keep the weather in check for the playoffs?
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