A minute for football chatter pls.
Congrats to the Colts. Nice win :(. I'd like to see the Pat's line give 'ole Tommy a bit more time to get his passes off. Gosh. Not shocked to see Mr. Owens go bye-bye. Now it might be fun to keep an eye on the Eagles to see how they pull together. Also in green, the Jets have another one to watch in the drivers seat. BB was just chopping at the bit to get his shot. What was Herm thinking grabbing VT from the pasture - you can't go from sittin' on your couch with a clicker to starring in the NFL. Not happenin'.

Up for a fun story??
A bit of background - Not even Wilma can Keep us from Florida:
Erin and I left for Boca Florida 10/27. Wilma had passed through Fla. just a few days before. NJ news didn't report all the damage. To our knowledge the impact was spotty. Resorts were closed including ours - the best resort of all time. We craved the sun and a swim in the ocean badly, and it was Erin's birthday weekend, so off we went to Florida anyway. Turns out, electrical lines were down everywhere! Businesses worked by either candlight or generator. From the Florida airport we called around quite a bit. Finally, Erin found a place at the Delray Marriott. They had massive generators kicking and they were happy to have us. They assumed we were from Florida looking for refuge. When they discovered we were there on a pleasure trip, they asked "you do know there was a hurricane that came through here, right?"

What time is it? A typical OnlyUs-ism:
The stay at the Marriott was just for a hold-me-over until the Boca opened up. We got lucky with a Sat-Sun stay at this glorious place. Sun the 30th was check-out - bummer. A glance at the watch, Wow, it is already 11:00. Naturally, we ask for a late check-out. Granted. At some point Erin notices her phone says 12:35 and we find it really weird 'cause my watch says 1:40. "Maybe the Fla towers controlling the cell are out too?" Later, off to airport for the late afternoon flight home. Planes on time. Wonderful. Comfy in the seat. Some guy claims I'm in his seat. Doubt it, but I still have to prove it with my ticket slip. Sure thing, we are assigned the same seat. Crazy. Before take-off the stewardess asks to speak to Withers/McCormick, "is Withers/McCormick party on board? You are scheduled for the next flight, but this plane goes to Newark too. Want to take this flight?" The guy assigned my seat adds, "I guess that explains how you're in MY seat". Smarty pants.

OK, so how the hey did we end up on the wrong flight?
And, why was Erin's phone reading differently than my watch?
I didn't even detail for you an additional indicator of our mishap. Earlier that same day, we were passing the tennis courts and noticed that the pro was arriving 45 minutes late to the 9:00 a.m. clinic. We were just happy we didn't set our alarm to get there.
If you know the answer to the questions - you'll know why the pro was 45 minutes late to clinic (or was he 15 minutes early??).

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