10/17/05--My weekend in 5 parts--please pay attention

Here's how we're going to proceed:
1) My Friday Night "under the lights"
2) My Uncle Herb
3) Road Trip with my family
4) ND-USC
5) Monday Evening with the Rolling Stones!


1) So Friday night the kids school had an away game, and the band decided to make the trip (oh good) up to Pompano High School for a matchup with the Tornado's.  First of all, the map the school gave us were wrong.  Now I have a friend at work who told me that the school is right by the Amphitheatre where Kim and I saw Hall & Oates last year, which is just west of Federal Highway.  Kim is looking at the map and telling me that we should be west of I-95.  Somebody was wrong and I was guessing that it wasn't the person at work who had lived there for the last 30 years. 
Big surprise, the stadium is just west of Federal Highway.  First problem?  We park on the wrong side of the stadium.  Apparently the school that the game was played at is being prepared for demolition.  We parked near where the demolition is being prepared.  Hey, who knew?  Then it begins to rain.  What's the old Marty Feldman line from Young Frankenstein?

"Could be worse....could be raining...."  (Cue the thunder)

Anyway, we're standing there trying to figure out how to get around all the construction equipment and into the game when it begins to rain.  Now, naturally Kim has her umbrella and I have.....a smile.  I make the quick and rational decision that the car is a better place to wait and figure out how to get in.  While we're sitting there we decided to go to the opposite side (aren't we natual thinkers?) and check out the parking situation over there.  Sure enough, not only do we find parking, but the actual ticket window!  So we go up to sit down, Kim with her umbrella and towel to sit on....and just about then it begins to rain.  I don't just mean rain here either.  I mean....pour.  I mean a deluge.  I mean rain of a biblical kind.  Now part of me is happy, because I love watch football games when its raining....but the other part of me is sitting there in a rainstorm getting soaked.  My wife had only ONE umbrella in her car....and who wants to guess who was using it?  Huh?  No one?
Bueller?  Ferris Bueller?
The answer of course is that SHE was using it.  Oh, of course she offered to "share" the umbrella.  Women always do that.  Oh sure, they'll make the offer to share, but do you REALLY think they want to share and get soaked along with you?  Of course not.  So I told her, in my ever gracious way, that there was no sense in BOTH of us getting wet and that she should keep the umbrella to herself.  So I sat there, getting beyond just soaked.  I'm talking I could feel my underwear getting wet, and I don't have any known bladder control problem, so I knew it was from the rain.
So then, a few minutes later....as I'm sitting there, continuing to get wet....especially because the water from the top of my beloved's umbrella is cascading down on top of me, I hear Kim say....

"Alright, its official....I'm wet also."

She could barely see my smile.  Revenge is truly a dish best served cold.
Oh yeah, our team won also.

Later,
Jeff