This is not how it’s supposed to go down. I play the “grandmother passed away suddenly” card for the fifth straight year to get the day off, grill 15 pounds of sausage, beef and other meats, ice down a 30-pack of PBR, sit down to do a little live-blogging, and there’s no game. This is like a little kid running downstairs on Christmas morning to find the floor under the tree empty ’cause Santa had a cold and couldn’t deliver. Heart-wrenching disappointment, despair, anger, and a lot of left-over meat.
The game is now set for tomorrow at 4:00PM with the forecast calling for just a few showers. That means while the season is kicking into gear I’ll be working on the Schmidt file and wondering what it would feel like to jab a paperclip into my boss’s eye.
Unless I pull out the rare “two-day funeral” ploy…
