Things started slow at the Pats game last night but kept getting better as the game progressed. Dad and I drove together in the Volvo through the back route leaving from Wellesley at 5:45. The whole route was carefully timed based on last years tailgating debacle on opening night when we got aced out of the easy lots, then couldn’t get the stove working, and missed some parts of the free concert. This time we had ample time to stop in Norwood center for coffee and ice cream although dad spilled his latte on himself and the seat due to a faulty match between the coffee lid and his cup.

It was great to see a win for the Pats but I had nearly lost my voice from screaming when Ozzie Osbourne popped out of a metal helmet when the Patriots took the field to sing Crazy Train live.