The Big Game is coming to town

Shh! Don't tell anyone, but the big game, the extra large Kwame version of football excess, is coming to town, and I won't be there. That's right, I'll be here for the week of parties, red carpet VIP stuff. I'll be mingling with all the celebs, jock sniffers, and other Stump the Schwab wannabees. But on the day of the game, you won't find me within 100 miles of here. That is right, I am escaping to the Great Wolf Lodge. Why? I don't know, something about a water park in February that has a hot tub and a bar and lots of large TVs sounds more and more appealing to me...

Maybe I am losing my edge