Had a ball with my brother Gregg and his girlfriend watching the SuperBowl at a local bar. I had planned to have a party here, but he insisted he wanted to be at a local bar. I'm glad I listened to him. We had a wonderful time for almost 8 straight hours in front of a wall of tvs. The Eagles beat the Patriots, which is long a-coming. It was a wonderful tit-for-tat game with amazing surprises, like QB Foles running in a TD pass, and Tom Brady being strip-sacked at the last 30 seconds so they couldn't get any closer. It was just the best football game I've ever seen, and even better that the Eagles won the SB.
The only down moment was just at half-time, Eagles had just scored and were way ahead, and suddenly I realized I couldn't breathe. It wasn't just excitement; I couldn't catch a breath.
I headed home to get the inhaler and I thought I'd watch the game end at home. But the inhaler didn't do a whole heck of a lot, and at the start of the 3rd quarter, the Patriots caught up. I figured out I'd better get back to the bar so the Eagles could win. And they did!
But the fact that the lack of air came on so suddenly made me change my plans for the rest of the month. I'm not going anywhere by myself until this is figured out.

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