Tomorrow I am going to my first NFL game.  I am pretty excited, now I get to curse at Michael Vick in person for screwing my fantasy team.  The whole situation happened because my father works for a company that his neighbor wants an “in” with, so the sales rep–my dad’s neighbor– bought three tickets for them and they can’t go, so my dad suggested I go.  It’s a sweet deal too; I get a steak dinner and clubhouse seats…don’t be too jealous.

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