Football season is sacred in this house.
Not the NFL, of course, that is just a bunch of overpaid old men.
I love college football, which is the greatest game on earth in my humble opinion. Two weeks ago was the big game for the local team. Instead of getting tickets for the stadium and tailgating in the parking lot I decided to host a viewing party at my house. I got drinks and snacks, set up the big screen TV and the sound system, and was ready to make a day of it. At the very last minute, my air conditioner stopped working. This was especially infuriating for me, because I had just been given a clean bill of health during my last HVAC inspection. My regular HVAC tech is named Ed, and he had checked my system just three weeks ago. According to Ed my air conditioner was in tip-top shape, so I was bewildered and angry at it breaking down at such an inopportune time. With an hour before kickoff, and guests already showing up, I called Ed on the HVAC emergency hotline he has for his shop. I explained my situation to him, and although this wasn’t a life-and-death emergency, I really needed air conditioning so we could enjoy the big game. Ed was at my house within 30 minutes, and the air conditioning was working again before the opening kickoff. We were all so stoked to have the cooling system back online that I invited Ed to stay and watch the game with us. But he had more work to do.