March 5, 201511 yr Author Talk about superstition, when we got up 33-9 I had to pee like Russian race horse. The Bulls were playing so well I thought it would jinx it, if I went to the men's room, so I just stood there dancing around. In fact, I stood up the entire game. Mrs. S made me go at halftime, not because she was concerned about my bladder, but because she wanted a Diet Coke. If I had not relieved myself, when they drew the Diet Coke, there would have been an accident right there in front of God and everybody. I told her, "If they blow this lead, it's on you." :banana:
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