I Don't Know How To Put This Delicately, So I'll Just Say It

It's exactly midnight on Tuesday (Wednesday morning). Tonight is the last night Hilary and I (livers-in-sin that we are) will sleep in our bed together as an unmarried couple. Tomorrow we leave for Virginia Beach, and from there the wedding festivities begin to kick into high gear.

For those who are new to this blog, you may not know a couple key facts about me:

1)I once wrote a column saying you should never get married during football season.

2) I am getting married smack-dab in the middle of football season.

Oops!

When we chose our weekend, I tried to do it early enough so we wouldn't catch many of the big-time college football match ups. Turns out, that didn't work out so well. This weekend features not only a gigantic showdown between #1 USC and #3 Ohio State, but also tradition-rich Michigan-Notre Dame (though to be fair, both teams suck), as well as a nice SEC match-up between Georgia and South Carolina. Oh, and my alma-mater, Texas, is supposed to play Arkansas, a formerly huge rival from back in their days in the Southwest Conference.

I say supposed to, because according to a report in the Austin American-Statesman, Hurricane Ike may force the game to be postponed. Really?

I am having a tough time with this one. I know many people who were affected by Hurricane Katrina, and it is hard for me to make light of any situation involving the kind of damage and destruction made possible by the devastating power of these natural disasters. At the same time though...F#$K YEAH!

Do you mean to tell me that the only game I care about missing during my wedding weekend has a chance of being postponed to a later date? One which I will most likely have full access to a television???

God, thank you for this wonderful wedding present. Your thank-you note is in the mail.