Well... i missed the entire second half of this game. My old man who is currently residing with me due to some health issues decided that halftime was an opportune time to let his sugar go way too low and become unconscious on us. Thats generally not a good idea for a type 1 diabetic. This tends to happen more frequently than i like and im pretty good at bringing him back up to normal levels with glucose and juice. Well,... i couldnt find his damn glucometer and had no idea what level he was at. After about 30 mins of working with him i pulled the trigger and called emt to come and assist. Of course, murphy law, by the time the ambulance shows, he is slowly starting to come around. Better safe than sorry. Anyways we finally get him coherent and all is well right about the time the game is ending. I looked at him and said, you do realize im a superstitious person, right? He nods.... you know what this means, right? Your ass is going to have go low every game now... fortunately my shitty idea of humor aint lost on him. Hook em