What a run. I watched the Bengal playoff game at my fishing buddies house, and since they won, with me being the superstitious sort, had to watch every seceding game over there. He is what I would call the last true eccentric left. Keeps his house at about 52 degrees in the middle of winter, not cause he can't afford it, but **** the oil companies, you know? He isn't married, as you can guess. So there you are, watching the games in a coat and hat but in a house.
I ended up getting sick as a damn dog a day before the game, but still went over, cause hey, they won those other games while I was there. Didn't have a drop to drink cause I felt so bad. When the game was over and I came back home, I just wanted to get home. Went flying through a stop sign and of course got pulled over. Cop was sure I was drinking what with the Super Bowl and all. Had to do a field sobriety test. I didn't hardly care because of being so damn happy they won. It was just so neat to see one as an adult.