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It's Christmas morning

Enjoy the tournament, fellas. I've had a very productive morning at work (amazing what you can accomplish with a "deadline" looming) and now it's almost time to light up ESPNU on "monitor 3". I cannot wait.
 
Like everyone, I have been psyched for this weekend. My wife is out of town (awesome timing). Others have been prepped that they are on ignore until Sunday. The dogs and I have our spot on the couch prepped and we have been counting down the hours to live wrestling. Only one issue I had to overcome. I had tried to take off today, tomorrow is locked in, but I had to run a big prep meeting for two upcoming board presentations. My jam packed day was scheduled out until 5:30p tonight. No way I was going to see the first session. I set the DVR last night to record, accepted my fate and went to work this am. I was smack in the middle of my 7a meeting, filled with a large conference room of people, when I got a call from my daughter. She was crying, was in an accident driving to school and the entire room went silent. Thankfully, all involved were fine. She is 17 and two minutes after I hand up with her the cop on the accident scene calls my cell. He had to as she is a minor. So as I am explaining to the group about my daughter they hear me say "Hello Officer". I hang up and immediately everyone tells me to leave and go attend to my daughter. An immediate ethical dilemma occurs in my head. My daughter is fine, the cop tells me this, that both cars are fine, my daughter is free to go to school and that I am not needed at the scene. I feel compelled to relay this story but people are telling me not to waste time (I work in Philly and live in the suburbs) and head out, everything is fine and people can cover me. The light bulb in my head turns on I am free, I smile (probably like the Grinch), grab my bag and walk (actually jog) to the elevator to jet home. I stop, grab refreshments, and I am sending this note prior to noon to begin cleansing my soul and admitting that I have likely moved up multiple rows on the Hell express train but no one can wipe the smile off my face and joy I feel to watch wrestling all day. Yes I am a bad person, shitty role model but as Billy Joel once said, "I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints" and that is my theme for today. Go PSU!
 
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dms87 said:
Like everyone, I have been psyched for this weekend. My wife is out of town (awesome timing). Others have been prepped that they are on ignore until Sunday. The dogs and I have our spot on the couch prepped and we have been counting down the hours to live wrestling. Only one issue I had to overcome. I had tried to take off today, tomorrow is locked in, but I had to run a big prep meeting for two upcoming board presentations. My jam packed day was scheduled out until 5:30p tonight. No way I was going to see the first session. I set the DVR last night to record, accepted my fate and went to work this am. I was smack in the middle of my 7a meeting, filled with a large conference room of people, when I got a call from my daughter. She was crying, was in an accident driving to school and the entire room went silent. Thankfully, all involved were fine. She is 17 and two minutes after I hand up with her the cop on the accident scene calls my cell. He had to as she is a minor. So as I am explaining to the group about my daughter they hear me say "Hello Officer". I hang up and immediately everyone tells me to leave and go attend to my daughter. An immediate ethical dilemma occurs in my head. My daughter is fine, the cop tells me this, that both cars are fine, my daughter is free to go to school and that I am not needed at the scene. I feel compelled to relay this story but people are telling me not to waste time (I work in Philly and live in the suburbs) and head out, everything is fine and people can cover me. The light bulb in my head turns on I am free, I smile (probably like the Grinch), grab my bag and walk (actually jog) to the elevator to jet home. I stop, grab refreshments, and I am sending this note prior to noon to begin cleansing my soul and admitting that I have likely moved up multiple rows on the Hell express train but no one can wipe the smile off my face and joy I feel to watch wrestling all day. Yes I am a bad person, shitty role model but as Billy Joel once said, "I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints" and that is my theme for today. Go PSU!
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Happy the kid is Ok. Enjoy.
 
dms87 said:
Like everyone, I have been psyched for this weekend. My wife is out of town (awesome timing). Others have been prepped that they are on ignore until Sunday. The dogs and I have our spot on the couch prepped and we have been counting down the hours to live wrestling. Only one issue I had to overcome. I had tried to take off today, tomorrow is locked in, but I had to run a big prep meeting for two upcoming board presentations. My jam packed day was scheduled out until 5:30p tonight. No way I was going to see the first session. I set the DVR last night to record, accepted my fate and went to work this am. I was smack in the middle of my 7a meeting, filled with a large conference room of people, when I got a call from my daughter. She was crying, was in an accident driving to school and the entire room went silent. Thankfully, all involved were fine. She is 17 and two minutes after I hand up with her the cop on the accident scene calls my cell. He had to as she is a minor. So as I am explaining to the group about my daughter they hear me say "Hello Officer". I hang up and immediately everyone tells me to leave and go attend to my daughter. An immediate ethical dilemma occurs in my head. My daughter is fine, the cop tells me this, that both cars are fine, my daughter is free to go to school and that I am not needed at the scene. I feel compelled to relay this story but people are telling me not to waste time (I work in Philly and live in the suburbs) and head out, everything is fine and people can cover me. The light bulb in my head turns on I am free, I smile (probably like the Grinch), grab my bag and walk (actually jog) to the elevator to jet home. I stop, grab refreshments, and I am sending this note prior to noon to begin cleansing my soul and admitting that I have likely moved up multiple rows on the Hell express train but no one can wipe the smile off my face and joy I feel to watch wrestling all day. Yes I am a bad person, shitty role model but as Billy Joel once said, "I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints" and that is my theme for today. Go PSU!
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Your not going to hell the good lord is looking out for ya today.
Glad your daughter is ok
 
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