Several years ago, my best acquaintance invited me to go to the Super Bowl with him… He was a nice guy and all, although I wasn’t sure it would be right if I went with him.
When I found out many people were going along, I went too. I actually took shorts and a t-shirt with me, although I didn’t take the right clothing. The night before the immense game, while everyone was get-togethering, I was shopping for warmer clothing. It had become so cold that I was sure it was going to snow instead of rain. The people who were there told me I was crazy for even thinking that. I grew up in the country, and I knew what snow weather felt like, and this was it. In the middle of the night, I turned the thermostat up in my private room, because it was getting too frosty to sleep. I was cheerful that I obtained heavier PJ’s while I was out, or I would have been freezing. They didn’t have heated seats, or enclosed areas for us to sit during the game. When we got up the following morning, everyone was looking out the windows. There was nearly a foot of snow blanketing the area… We left very early to get to the football game. Instead of taking our tickets, they were handing out snow shovels so you could take care of your seats. They were selling seat furnaces and personal furnaces to most people coming in the gate. I thought they should deliver us the furnaces for no charge when I saw how much the tickets cost, and we had to shovel our way to our seats to be honest.