And yet I will be traveling with six guys to see the Jets play in Kansas City this weekend. In trying to recapture the success of our trip to Wisconsin two years ago, I re-nominated myself food director, and armed with a fistful of beta-blockers, I will lead my friends to the fattiest fare KC has to offer.
Nothing can rain on our parade, except the three straight days of rain in the forecast, including a thunderstorm on game day. At least ponchos are slimming.
