j/c.

Well, I wasn't going to go. But this is how my life works: We were going to take our daughter out for dinner. I'll just tape the game. This morning, wife told me WE changed our plans and were going up to some friends house to watch the game, and we'd take our daughter out tomorrow. Ok.

At 11 this morning, that friend called me and said "I know it's late notice, but my son and I are going to the game. Do you want to go with us? Your wife and daughter can hang with my wife and daughter. If they want."

Sure.

So, I went. Against my better judgment. I was afraid it would be a raw cold kind of game. It wasn't. And it was fun, and we had great seats, 14 rows up on the Browns side, almost at the 50 yard line.