My son's birthday was yesterday, but we are celebrating it today. He's 13. We are taking him and two of his cousins out for wings at a sports bar.
Anyone who read Fumblerooski: How the NCAA Dropped the Ball on the Coming Football Playoff will remember me using his name as the name of my playoff format.
I don't do sports bars on football days (or nights) believe it or not because I don't really enjoy the atmosphere. People getting liquored up while cheering for their favorite team (or against yours) is a disaster waiting to happen in my opinion.
I hope we are out of there by time the 3:30 games began.
Should be interesting.