The tip of our game against Dayton is set for 3:00 p.m. on Friday. I do not know about the rest of you but a 3 p.m. tip-off makes me want to beat my head against the wall.
It is too late in the afternoon to take a late lunch and then pretend like you lost track of time. Also, it is too early to skip out of work early and hope nobody notices. What is a working man to do? You got it, fake a cold.
I am going to make sure to mention to everyone in my office how I feel a tickle in the back of my throat today. As the week progresses, I will randomly bring in herbal tees and leave Kleenex's around my desk. By the time Friday afternoon rolls around it will be too much to handle and an afternoon of "bed rest" will be just what the doctor ordered.
I am a smart man.