Note to self: the next time the missus insists on coming on a business trip object with the full fury of the football gods. Nothing better than paying twice to see a match.
I'm currently stuck on the slowest metro train in the history of mass transit trying to make the 3:30 PM away supporters ticket pickup cutoff because she insisted on visiting her friend in Richmond (and stayed far longer then we agreed) but, after the heavy traffic on the return, didn't want to have to drive "an extra hour" this afternoon to drop me off directly at RFK. In my haste to just make this steel snail (rather than wait another 25 minute for the next one) I also forgot my scarf and the metro pass I had already purchased for the day.
I really need to suppress my shivralous urges more often than I do.
We better batter them.