Back with the action. My Adam - OK, he's not my Adam anymore, but he just evened things up with his own damn FG.
OK, a few sips of beer later (Yes, a Corona with Lime. Shut up Sir Mark.) and a few Rosemary and Olive Oil Triscuits later - Gostkowski kicked a close field goal now we're 34 to their 31.
I am having hot flashes. Of course, it could be due to this lap top cooking away here, and the nice fire going in the fireplace.
Oh man - this is nerve wracking.