"Are you going to the game tonight?"
"You going to the game?"
"Mr. Anderson, are you going to the Spaghetti Bowl?"
No.
That's what I said, thinking I was headed to Seattle for a housewarming party. No, I said, sorry. I'd hate to miss it--especially when we have our best shot at winning it in the last four years--but family is family.
Turns out I was wrong: sick relative, party canceled.
So, to Mike, you won't have to cheer twice as hard. To Brett, I'm sorry I won't be sporting your jersey. Next time, promise. To everyone else, mea culpa, and Go Cougs!
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