We were home for the end.
After the game, Helaine, in the midst of preparing something complex, sent me out for two loaves of Italian bread.
Glad to go. Glad to help. The new car is still at the toy stage.
You know who’s at Ralph’s 10:00 PM, Saturday night? Losers and husbands. We were outnumbered by staff.
Tito saw I was lost and walked me to the bread. On the way he saw my Eagles shirt and asked about the game. Tito’s a Cowboys fan.
The Eagles lost tonight. It was a slow and painful. They bled to death right on the field. It was gruesome to watch.
I told Tito I’d rather not talk about it. I hope he understood.
My Eagles shirt will rest in the closet for the next six months. The season has ended.