You open your eyes. Something is different about the way that the light is streaming into the room. By some small miracle, you’ve slept in. The kids, the neighbors, and the years of circadian programming at the hands of consistent employment were no match for you. As you pour a glass of orange juice, your wife lets you know the thing at her sister’s this afternoon has been cancelled. Nothing major, but something came up. You quietly sigh in relief. It’s not that it would have been painful, but you wouldn’t have had any fun either. Their kids are loud and the base of every one of her husband’s stories is a complaint he has.
THE TAILGATE: A Graphical Preview of Texas A&M vs. Bye Week
