By Eric Emery
Last Sunday was a complete wreck. And you know who’s to blame? My friend, Dirty Andy, and his wedding.
You know how people have a weakness for weddings? I have a weakness for getting too drunk at wedding receptions.
So I spent Sunday on the couch mostly asleep, though I did manage to wake up in time to see the Steelers snap that ball over the punter’s head.
If only the NFL could be more like weddings . . .
* Both teams meet the night before to practice the game. Gives each side a chance to decide who they will hit on the next day.
* Go into uniform shop 15 minutes before closing. Give call to the other team’s head coach about the 5XL jersey that was erroneously ordered for the kicker.
* Get to stadium four hours early to talk the best player into not playing today, or for that matter, ever again.
Posted on October 30, 2008