I was really looking forward to a great game—or, at least, the parties that come because of the great game. Well, the game was pitiful. I felt bad for the Raiders, except for the fact that most of the reason they lost points wasn’t really based on talent from the other team, but on their own stupidity as they continually missed throws and handed them off to the Buccaneers instead. Renée and I left the party we were at in the middle of the 3rd quarter, but caught the rest at home. To see Tampa Bay score another touchdown at the end of the game told me that the Raiders had simply given up. They should have done that in the 1st quarter.

And how about that half-time show, ladies and gentlemen? What exactly was it that Shania Twain was wearing? The line-up: Sting, No Doubt, and Shania Twain. It seems to me that these groups (maybe with the exception of Ms. Twain) are a little, shall we say, dated (as was proven by their choice of songs)? To me, it was a failed attempt to mix both “new” and older groups together and come up with something that is at least entertaining, which I will be the first to say did not happen.

Other than that miserable game, though, it was a great weekend—busy, but great. Scott, Renée, and I went and hung out with one of our old high school friends at Flying Star Friday night and caught up on the last six years or so. We also had the opportunity to tour a radio station (where ‘Quie used to work). The enormous tour of cables that runs behind all of their receivers is enough to give you a migraine for the rest of your life. I also relaxed (i.e., didn’t go into the office this weekend).

But the highlight was Saturday morning. Scott and I got up early and dropped by our very first HAM radio swap meet over by Del Norte high school because of someone pretty special to us. It was his birthday on Saturday, and we couldn’t think of anything better than to show our appreciation by showing up at an event that he really enjoys.

Happy birthday, Dad.