Since there aren't any games to watch, I figured I'd share a little story with you.
This story occurred last July in Buffalo, N.Y., my hometown that I was ripped away from when I was six years old (but that's for another day...).
My parents, sister, fiance, and I were visiting our family and staying at my Uncle Mark and Aunt Patty's house.
My stepdad, sister, and I were standing outside my Uncle and Aunt's house, looking across the busy street to the old cemetery about 50 feet in front of us.
As cars rolled by at 30 mph, my stepdad, in his usual playful manner, attempted to kick an apple core across the street and over the cemetery fence.
The apple core flew way over to the side, missing the fence completely.
"Wide Right!" a motorist yelled to my dad, giving him a smile.
My jaw immediately dropped open, and I started laughing so hard that I had to pee.
God—I love Buffalo so much.