Would you believe that my dad and I were offered tickets to today’s Patriots game and turned them down? Believe it.
As much as I love the Patriots, and as much as I hate the Jets, and as much as I’d love to see the Patriots stomp the Jets in N’oreaster Bowl ’07, there are two things I hate more than anything: Cold and Wet. Throw in my third most hated thing – monster traffic – and we would have the creation of a super unhappy Angela. My dad and I estimated that to make the game on time in these weather conditions, we would have had to leave at 8 a.m. We’d try to enjoy the game while freezing rain poured over our heads and then we’d endure another five hours to get home. This might sound like New England heresy, but no thank you.