I didn't get to see the game. I was at the ranch, all ready to watch the game, and low and behold, the local channels on DirecTV were out. And before you all get all worked up, my dish was installed by some yahoo holding it up over his head, spinning around in the field yelling at his wife through the window; "Anything?"
I was at a mate's house just after Ike had passed - he had power...and a pool. We got fucked up on beer and tequila, and he decided to climb up onto the roof to realign his dish that had been moved off kilter by the storm. His plan was to look at where the other dishes were pointing, and adjust his accordingly. Ignoring the many, many flaws in this fucked up plan, he was up and down that ladder onto the roof of his two storey suburban home like a pasty drunk monkey. Of course, it didn't work.
The next day, with MNF looming and no sign of the dish people getting out there, he decided to try again. This time, though, he was stone cold sober. He got up there, but could not get down. He told his wife that she's either going to have to call the fire department, or send up a bottle of tequila.
