Tomorrow's assignment, which I have chosen to accept:
--Awake at the crack of 8am
--Avoid ESPN GameDay, ESPN Radio, ESPN.com, ESPN-nanobot-in-my-brain like the plague
--Bid the beloved wife farewell as her eyes (justifiably) roll through the back of her skull like a malfunctioning slot machine as I explain the day's endeavor
--Leisurely drive to the Raymond James Stadium metroplex (a trip of approximately 30 minutes on weekends, or 4.63 millenia on weekdays)
--Park in some kindly second-generation Cuban immigrant's (or some douchebaggy fifth-generation redneck's) front yard for $5, several blocks from the stadium
--Immerse myself in all that is the ACC Fanfest. And then get beer. Lots.
--Deface any likeness of Chris Fowler I find within 12 parsecs of the stadium
--Attempt to acquire an upper-level sideline ticket for under $10, or lower-level sideline ticket for $25 max, whichever comes first
--Snag a lower-level sideline ticket for $5 fifteen minutes before kickoff, from a desperate and smarmy scalper with a promise that he'll wash and wax my car during the game
--Sit in the upper level anyway because I need my space
--Hand count the actual attendance from my lofty perch and compare with the ACC/KGB's "official report"
--Enjoy said game
--Halftime = nap time!
--Take pics of said game
--Avoid the post-game concert like it's Chernobyl '86
--Make it home in one piece so I can bore you to tears with my game recap, or forget to post an update altogether
This post will self-destruct in...alright, you get it, let's not beat the theme to death here.