That's what I'm calling tomorrow.
I'm not asking for any pity or for any of you to share my grief, but I don't mind telling you that I had a tough summer personally. I had to manage an ordeal that saw my 88 year old mother go from perfectly capable of managing her own affairs to dead in three month's time. I was the only nearby family member and until I put my foot down and insisted on her moving closer to me, I was commuting 120 miles round trip anytime there was an event, several times after having worked a graveyard shift. During that same time frame, I had a good friend and co-worker that took his own life. The summer of 2014 was not fun.
At the behest of my wife, who ironically turns 60 tomorrow, I've decided to take a portion of my inheritance and use it to do something fun, a celebration of life. Since the wife doesn't like crowds, strangers, or football all that much, I'm treating my daughter and two other friends to some good seats at tomorrow's game.
Anyhow, if any of you are going to tomorrow's game see some old guy wearing a white Seahawks cap and a #12 River Dog game jersey, come introduce yourself and I'll gladly treat you to a beverage of your choice.