Dear God What Have I Done?

It is amazing how forgetful we can be. Just two weeks ago, while I was reading articles on Bleacher Report at work, my wife called me.  

"Honey," she said, "I've booked us a romantic weekend."

"Great!" I replied. "When?"

"The weekend of September 12th."

"Ok, sounds good," I said and hung up.

That was that.  

I went back to "work" and carried on with the rest of my day.  

Today, as the season draws evermore closer it dawned on me. I'm going to be off in Williamsburg, Virginia as my Redskins take the field.

As my wife said "The weekend of September 12th."  My hunter-gatherer brain didn't take into context that the 13th follows the 12th and that a weekend is two days, and that second day the beginning of the season.

What am I going to do?

I've already floated the idea of coming home early Sunday morning, no dice.

I'd cancel the whole damn thing if it weren't for the fact that its non-refundable and that my wife would kill me.

I guess I could watch from my room, but that television isn't going to be anything compared to my 62 inch DLP with 5.1 Surround Sound.

I don't know if I can deal with that.

Maybe I can get lucky and there will be a decent sports bar with a nice set up to watch the game.  

Any suggestions you loyal readers can come up with will be a great help.  

Thanking you in advance!