In case you missed it in this morning's paper, here's a snapshot from the Sixers' game last night that features my husband. No, he's not the fit looking black man in the green uniform making the game winning shot in the final seconds of the game. Yes, he's the distraught fan in the striped sweater and glasses standing on the sidelines watching in shock as the Celtics "once again find a way to beat the Sixers." This last statement, a direct quote from my husband, needs to be accompanied by loud groans, gnashing of teeth and tearing of hair for full effectiveness.
And, yes, I was at the game last night. I think it was my first time in two years. When we first married eons ago I loyally went to every game but at some point I decided that one rabid Sixers fan was enough for our house. I couldn't handle the pressure.
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A memorable night on all counts and no he doesn't look 70 because he is so young at heart, thanks to you!
Love and thanks for a great party and the chance to share in the celebrations.
J
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