It certainly is easier to remember the Green and Maroon jackets than it is to relive the "Green" T-Shirt. My back is still seared with the pain of dawning the reviled shirt. Spring is back and I can smell the burgers in Seamus' Cafe. I can't wait for the sound of Steves voice asking me what I want on my burger......no wait, hot dog.....a the heck with it. Give me one of each!
Driving across the Benicia bridge I start to relax and look forward to four great nights. Stacie and the kids are just as excited. Since the day I first got the call in 1988 I have looked forward to this week probably more than any other week of the year.
