There is a guy from my alumni group who I basically screwed because I decided to go to last Week's Game with this other friend and not him.  I thought he was going to go the Game with his father, which freed me up to go with my other friend.  But when I texted him while at the Game, he said he decided not to go.  In fact, I think he was up north somewhere walking in the woods.  I texted him hours after the Game that he made the right decision.

Just saw now that he spent the day walking in more woods somewhere in Minnesota today.  Once again, he made the right decision.  He's a smart man.  He hasn't let sports take over his life, like I have.