My youngest had just had surgery, but my wife thought it would be a good idea for me to go to the game to get out of the house for a bit. I took my other daughter, she never wanted to miss a game, and was excited to go. The longer I sat there, the guiltier I felt about not being home with my little girl who was recovering. The game was well out of hand by halftime, and I decided to listen to the rest on the radio while driving home. My brother saw me leaving from his seat and ran over to make fun of me for leaving early, but I was in a bad situation that night. I shouldn't have been there.