One of the few days of the year that I normally completely clear the decks for is opening Saturday of college football season. I'd still be sitting there with nuclear missiles raining down.
So, naturally, Saturday the 5th is the day I have pack up the car and drive my eldest to New York City for move-in day at Columbia.
The only concession I was able to wring out of my wife and daughter was that at 7:30 p.m., I must have unfettered access to a television. Any television. The game is on NBC so I don't need anything fancy. I'll sit at a fucking rest stop if I have to. But I am not missing a single snap of Year Two of the Charlie Strong era. Win or lose, we are going to show up and the post-Mack era begins in earnest.
So, naturally, Saturday the 5th is the day I have pack up the car and drive my eldest to New York City for move-in day at Columbia.
The only concession I was able to wring out of my wife and daughter was that at 7:30 p.m., I must have unfettered access to a television. Any television. The game is on NBC so I don't need anything fancy. I'll sit at a fucking rest stop if I have to. But I am not missing a single snap of Year Two of the Charlie Strong era. Win or lose, we are going to show up and the post-Mack era begins in earnest.