That morning I had played in my football league's all-star game. Throughout the game, one of the fathers was trying to sell his tickets. When no one bought them, he offered them to me and my dad. I had had an MVP day, playing tight end and middle linebacker and scoring a couple of TDs. The tickets were my reward. I could choose between them or an ice cream cone with the team. Uh, not really a choice.

Today, Calvin and I are going to get ready and head to Pittsburgh. I have a rare Sunday off, close to a town where my beloved Browns are playing, in a meaningless game. I hope there will be abundant tickets to score from scalpers for not-too-much. I've never done this before, but it's an opportunity that doesn't come around for us very often, so we're taking it.
Vin has learned a lot about football in the last couple of years, and this will be a fun experience for him. Hopefully we won't get any beer thrown on us by rowdy Stillers fans. And ... in a cosmic roundabout, I fully expect this to be Romeo Crennel's last game as Browns coach, and there has been speculation that he will be replaced by Marty Schottenheimer.
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