Lame Choices

So today some of my coworkers invited me to go with them to the Salt Lake Bees (Is that what they are these days?) baseball game vs. the Tacoma Raniers. See, Nick Lachey is a partial owner of the Raniers, thus he gets a sweet suite (hah, I think I'm funny), and some of the peeps on the show were going to the game to support our lovely hosting cast member. (And I'm not saying that facetiously. Nick really is a great guy.)

Instead of going, I decided to head home since it's about a 45-minute commute and my call is relatively early for tomorrow. That was dumb. Well, maybe not dumb, but pointless. There was a HUGE accident today on the road right before the Highland/Alpine exit and, luckily for me, the slowing started right after the last exit before the Highland/Alpine exit. Yeah. So I made a grand total of 2 miles in 30 minutes. Apparently the accident was blocking all four lanes...

So, really? How much time did I save coming straight home instead of going to the game? A little bit, I'm sure. But not enough to make a difference.

Thus, today I made a lame choice; neither bad, nor good, simply LAME.

But Nick's team lost anyway...