Here’s how the day of your favorite neurotic mess of a 12 went.
Woke up at 3am. Couldn’t go back to bed. Finally got out of bed around 5am. Went downstairs and realized the stars looked AMAZING! Took some pretty cool photos.
Tinkered on my phone until Vikings/Browns kickoff at 6:30am. Better game than I expected. Cool.
Headed out to breakfast and the beach in Seaview,WA at 8am. Found a giant shark dead on the beach. Photo in The Lounge if interested.
Went back home to Astoria and walked to the Farmer’s Market. The entire time I am wearing my authentic home custom jersey. The usual “Go Hawks!” Could be heard here and there.
Went home and realized it was kickoff time.
Told my daughter I was going dark until after the game. Shut my phone off. Went back to Seaview, WA and played pool and shuffleboard for the next 3 hours. I felt safe not worrying about finding out about the Seahawks game since it was an old vintage hotel with no TV.
Just when I thought it was safe, two people walk in wearing Seahawks attire.
Crap.
I told them immediately to please do not tell me the score and that I was avoiding the game for self preservation reasons. They were happy to oblige.
About a half hour later I couldn’t take it so in my “2 glasses of wine in” bravado I went over to them and said to please only alert me if something good happens. Again, happy to oblige.
My girl and I resume shuffleboard. In a few minutes the woman walks over and says “Tie game!” That is the first time I heard the score.
28-28.
I looked at my girl and said “See?! THIS is why I spared myself and you the pain and suffering of 3 hours of stress and cardiac arrhythmia!”
Eventually, I realized there was no more news coming. I sat at my table , preparing for the worst. My girl says “Let me check the score. Oh, Seahawks won!” I about jumped out of my chair in elation when she quickly corrected herself…”Oh babe I’m so sorry! I thought the score on the left was the Seahawks!”
After dismembering her remains, I forgave her.
In the end, this old fart was right. Trust your instincts. Save yourself, your ticker and your relationship.
After all, it’s just a game.
(Or is it?)
Woke up at 3am. Couldn’t go back to bed. Finally got out of bed around 5am. Went downstairs and realized the stars looked AMAZING! Took some pretty cool photos.
Tinkered on my phone until Vikings/Browns kickoff at 6:30am. Better game than I expected. Cool.
Headed out to breakfast and the beach in Seaview,WA at 8am. Found a giant shark dead on the beach. Photo in The Lounge if interested.
Went back home to Astoria and walked to the Farmer’s Market. The entire time I am wearing my authentic home custom jersey. The usual “Go Hawks!” Could be heard here and there.
Went home and realized it was kickoff time.
Told my daughter I was going dark until after the game. Shut my phone off. Went back to Seaview, WA and played pool and shuffleboard for the next 3 hours. I felt safe not worrying about finding out about the Seahawks game since it was an old vintage hotel with no TV.
Just when I thought it was safe, two people walk in wearing Seahawks attire.
Crap.
I told them immediately to please do not tell me the score and that I was avoiding the game for self preservation reasons. They were happy to oblige.
About a half hour later I couldn’t take it so in my “2 glasses of wine in” bravado I went over to them and said to please only alert me if something good happens. Again, happy to oblige.
My girl and I resume shuffleboard. In a few minutes the woman walks over and says “Tie game!” That is the first time I heard the score.
28-28.
I looked at my girl and said “See?! THIS is why I spared myself and you the pain and suffering of 3 hours of stress and cardiac arrhythmia!”
Eventually, I realized there was no more news coming. I sat at my table , preparing for the worst. My girl says “Let me check the score. Oh, Seahawks won!” I about jumped out of my chair in elation when she quickly corrected herself…”Oh babe I’m so sorry! I thought the score on the left was the Seahawks!”
After dismembering her remains, I forgave her.
In the end, this old fart was right. Trust your instincts. Save yourself, your ticker and your relationship.
After all, it’s just a game.
(Or is it?)
