Over the course of the two week Winter Break I took my kids to Nola for a whirlwind of exploration during the day with them, and craps all night. Then home for Christmas day, big week 17 and a victory in the Survivor Contest (and the requisite partying as a release), then right off to Vegas for the Wildcard Weekend. I called 3 of the 4 games perfectly and was only a crossbar away from sweeping everything. Craps was generous. Vodka was plentiful. Life was good. But my no-longer-thirty-something body was taking a beating.
By the time I got on the airplane Monday morning, I was already a shell of my former self. And just to make sure I got the message, the Universe decided to give me a taste of the flu on the plane ride home. It was like something out of the movie Contagion: within hours I was symptomatic. By the time I was at the baggage carousel, I could barely stand up. I caught an Uber home and collapsed in my clothes on the sofa. Went to Minute Clinic on Tuesday and they did the nasal swab. Yep, influenza A. Guess I've never had the flu before so I didn't realize how bad it is. You feel like every muscle in your body has been hit with a baseball bat. Non-stop coughing, your eyes water continuously. All I've done for a week is lie in the fetal position on my bed, alternating between sweating and shivering.
So, I've taken a week off from life. I haven't thought about football and haven't watched ESPN or listened to any talking heads. The only thing I've done this week was re-watch the entire 7 seasons of the Sopranos on HBO on Demand, basically a season a day. That's kept me alive.
So here we are on Saturday, and I'm feeling much better. A little weak, 8 pounds lighter. But it's an important day for me since my Chiefs have a chance to win a home playoff game for the first time since 1994 and avenge their horrible collapse to the Colts in the playoffs a couple years ago. With my Panthers long gone from the playoff picture, I ordered my first non-Carolina jersey since I lived in KC back as a kid. A very sharp-looking red Mahomes from Amazon, which just arrived last night. I'm going to venture out of the sleep cave and try to be human for a bit this afternoon, rooting on my Chiefs even though my bets in the next post will belie my thoughts on their prospects of winning.