Shortly after I arrived at Green Valley Ranch Resort’s book, I noticed a group of Seahawks fans – three younger guys, and two older gentlemen. Based on his visibly wobbly gate, one of the older men appeared drunk already, at 11 a.m., 4.5 hours before the game.
One of the younger men was crouched over, cupping his groin.
“That’s the second time he’s hit me in the d**k today,” he groaned. If that’s not a sure sign your day is going to suck, I don’t know what is.
The older inebriated man claimed, “I just touched you lightly. It was light.”
Hey, when it comes to that region, nothing is light, pal!