Beautiful day. Great tailgate party. A visit from a friend we don’t get to see very often (whose first TwitPic of the afternoon was a clear shot of our seats in the stadium).
Oh, and a pretty good football game.
It’s 10:25 p.m., I have Big-Game Voice (which is to say not much of a voice at all) and I’m exhausted. Time for bed, yinz guys.
Glad you got to see a good game. Was pretty iffy there for a while. I think our boys just wore’em down.
Sorry about the voice. Happens to me all the time after going to a home game. Can’t do much more than whisper the next day.
It was iffy for the whole first half, but I lost my voice in the second. I’m back to a normal-ish volume now, but there’ still a lot of gravel in my throat.