Please keep me in your prayers tonight

For Christmas I bought Mrs. t_b_f a couple of tickets to the Kenney Chesney and Tim McGraw concert that's this afternoon at LP Field.

They're really good seats, which I know she'll enjoy, but good God. I really, really hate those two. We ran into an old friend while at the beach a couple of weeks ago who went to the Atlanta show. She said it lasted seven hours. Seven freaking hours of this crap.

Did I mention this thing starts at 4:30? Did I also mention today's high in Nashville is 99 degrees?

Please, if you've ever prayed to a god, toss one up for me tonight. I'm gonna need it.

In all seriousness, she's going to love it and probably take a billion pictures, while I hold the 15-pound camera and make repeated runs to the beer stand and pisser. I'll enjoy watching her have a good time .... with earplugs.

 

But just think of the gratitude my man. Think of the gratitude.

 

+1

 

I got some "gratitude" from this chick in college a couple of times because she said I look like Kenny Chesney. I look like Kenny Chesney in as much as I am a bipedal mammal and that we actually went to the same college, but hey, whatever floated her boat. I basically blame him and that Sexy Tractor song for destroying country music, but that girl was pretty good at "gratitude" so I'll give him a pass.

TBF, give your ticket to one of her friends and just hang out at the Beer Cellar across the river from the stadium!

 

She offered to have one of her friends go. Given that I'm leaving for a while in about three weeks, I wouldn't miss it.

 

99 degrees? Nashville? Bring some wraparound shades and enjoy the scenery. The "view" will be much better there than at some Legends of Rock concert in Ishpeming, MI. Trust me.

 

That, and lots of Yahzoo Dos Perros will get me through.

 

Just for you Shoeless, maybe it will rekindle some pleasant memories.

 

TBF I can smell the Axe from way out here. Don't forget your puka shells.

 

My wife loves McGraw. We're going to this show in 3 weeks.
Come back here and let me know how it was ... the concert, not the gratitude.

 

The day I met my wife, she asked me to go to the opera. I had to work the night of the opera (and she earned bonus points for believing me), and it turns out she is not really an opera fan, so I never have had to do that. But I WOULD HAVE. She's worth it.

 

No amount of ass could make me even possibly consider going to the opera. Even if it were attached to the hottest guy on Earth.