I suggested to my wife that we spend 2002 New Years Eve in Savannah. We’d stay at the Weston on the river, have a nice dinner and celebrate the way people in their 60’s should — quietly and peacefully. She agreed that a short drive to Jacksonville for lunch would be a nice diversion. She was so pleased that I suggested this romantic trip that she didn’t object to taking in a football game in the afternoon on New Years Day.
What I liked most about the game was hearing Thunder Dan tell how his eyes got real big when he say that ND QB exposed down near the goal line.
My only regret was not being able to get one of those ND T-shirts with the BS about being on the road back to glory. Those arrogant bastards thought they were going to bury us.
