I could hardly sleep the night before the game. More than once, I’d get up at 4 am and pace. When we would get to the game, I’d always hand the car keys and bail money to my wife. If we lost, I’d be depressed for a couple of weeks. I slept like a baby last night. Well, after I cleaned up from my cancer cat throwing up all over the bed. And the fact that the furnace went out over night and I have no heat would have sent me into a pregame jitters rage in the past. Just don’t have that fire anymore.
