Had to share the somber experience I just had. Ran out to the grocery store to pick up some snacks to serve for the game tonight. On the way home, I saw some cars on the side of the road and flashing police lights up the road a bit at the intersection. All the cars that we're not at the side of the road were stopped at the intersection and not moving. Wonderful, I think. Nothing like a wreck to slow me down and mess up my day. As I got all the way up to the intersection, I notice people lining both sides of the cross street, many holding american flags and signs. Come to find out, they were waiting on a funeral procession for a soldier killed in duty recently. They were taking him to his final resting place at the cemetery just up the road. Seeing hundreds of people lining the street as far as I could see in both directions, holding flags and thank you for the ultimate sacrifice signs - all in a driving cold rain - made me choke up. There were far more people than what could be considered family. And certainly all of them had other places they could be on this day. But there they were, paying respects to someone they probably never met. I didn't have a poncho or umbrella like most, but that didn't stop me from getting out in the rain and standing respectfully as the procession past. I don't know this soldiers story or even his name, but thank you for your sacrifice to keep this country safe from those who wish us harm, just so we can watch a football game without worrying about the bumps in the night. The national anthem tonight just took on another level of meaning for me. I also was reaffirmed that there are still good people in this country who understand what our military does for us. Enjoy the game everyone and remember the sacrifices that have allowed us to have events such as this.