It could have been worse, we could have had the 7 and the Rams the 9. Instead, the ‘Skins came out on top. It’s a win. It wasn’t pretty, but I’ll take it. The guy sitting next to me was calling for Collins. The guys sitting behind us wanted Zorn fired. I was holding my fire, until that goofy halfback option. To paraphrase Robert Duvall in Apocolypse Now, it smelled of desperation…
And it was a beautiful day. Perfect for football. I think the forecast said 74 degrees, but in the sun with no clouds in the sky, it felt like a beautiful, dry 80. I even have the slightly bronzed cheeks to attest to it.
The best part? The company. When I decided to invite my high school classmate who I reconnected with on Facebook, I thought it was a good idea. A spontaneous idea, with great potential.
Dave, he’s a nice guy – or at least was when I last saw him in the late 80s … He’s a football fan. It’ll be fun. Then three days before the game, I totally freaked. What if Dave turned out to be an axe murderer? Isn’t that what the neighbors always say when the cops arrest a serial killer – he seemed like such a nice, quiet guy.
Turned out to be a ton of fun. They were both super nice, and big football fans. The food was great, the beer and screwdrivers were cold. And the ‘Skins even won.
‘Skins = 1-1
Facebook experiment = 1-0
Not a bad start to the season.
Now if only my fantasy football team can squeak by with a win.