I guess I've grown up quite a bit during this whole ordeal. Dad passed about half way through the second quarter of the Illinois game. The Hospice people came back, and the funeral home came and picked up his body, and yet the game still went on. And when it was over, for the first time in my life, I was able so say after this loss that "It's Only A Football Game," because, in the Grand Scheme of things, it's all that it was, win or lose.
PEACE!!!!!!!!!!!