…an unexpected present. Some crazy doodad from the Brookstone catalog that you would never buy for yourself but when pressed, you admit to lusting after.
It was like turning a corner in Paris and suddenly running into an old girlfriend who still looks great. You ask her out to dinner and the next thing you know you’ve spent a week together in Dubrovnik.
It was pulling onto Rehoboth Avenue and finding a parking space 50 feet from the boardwalk.
Sure the defense sucked, and Andy Reid coaches like a brain damaged Manatee on prozac. Sure other teams figured out Michael Vick…so what. The Redskins Monday Night game. The last 8 minutes of the Giants game. Vick’s first five starts… it was all poetry.