January 26, 2013
This is January
After the biter cold visited us not to long ago, that icy grasp of winter began to loosen and reveal an abnormally warm day in January. So unusual in fact, that we both had complete overdressed for the occasion. After stripping down to my basic layers, I was hiking in just a tank top and rolled up running pants, while Tyler had to suffer through with his heavy duty winter boots and capri style jeans. We made it through the balmy bluebird day, but so far there are no signs of winter returning anytime soon. You know it’s warm when you can hear snow melting when you get home at midnight, and there are still two and half months left to go before the mountain closes. Come on, snow...
January 13, 2013
Tape delay dissapointment
Tyler managed to make it home from work last night without finding out about his Broncos' devastating loss. He couldn't wait to sit down on the couch with a beer and cheer his team to victory.
I knew the score of the game and how it happened. I even had to record an additional hour because the regular 30 minute live recording extension wasn't enough time to document the playoff game. Knowing that his team was about to suffer a double over time loss for the second time in our living room that night almost made me leave the room.
The hardest part about games like this is not giving away the outcome. You can't sound too hopeful when commenting about the last play, or too negative. And then there's another strategy: fall asleep on the couch while he's watching the fourth quarter. It was 1 a.m. after all, so it's a completely legitimate maneuver.
When the kink in my neck woke me up, the game was over. You could see it by the look on his face. Almost eight hours after the original loss was written down in the books, the tape delay disappointment had finally made its way to our home.
But at least my Niners won.
I knew the score of the game and how it happened. I even had to record an additional hour because the regular 30 minute live recording extension wasn't enough time to document the playoff game. Knowing that his team was about to suffer a double over time loss for the second time in our living room that night almost made me leave the room.
The hardest part about games like this is not giving away the outcome. You can't sound too hopeful when commenting about the last play, or too negative. And then there's another strategy: fall asleep on the couch while he's watching the fourth quarter. It was 1 a.m. after all, so it's a completely legitimate maneuver.
When the kink in my neck woke me up, the game was over. You could see it by the look on his face. Almost eight hours after the original loss was written down in the books, the tape delay disappointment had finally made its way to our home.
But at least my Niners won.
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