Let’s get this out of the way right up front. I was in Brooklyn this weekend for my cousin’s wedding. That is where he grew up the son of two Greek immigrants. He has no concept of SoCon Saturday or Southern fall wedding etiquette.
He also happens to be someone I love dearly, so I wasn’t going to miss his big dy. Plus, my kids were in the wedding, so I kinda had to go. But don’t think for a second I didn’t let him know that one week either way, and I would have chosen football over him.