I'm full of the cold and skint, so decided that spending a tenner to sit in a concrete shed in the pishing rain wasn't the best way to spend this afternoon.
Therefore, I chose not to go to Links Park for Montrose's hastily rearranged fixture with Stranraer.
Sitting on the comfortable Dungroanin' sofa, I had Jeff Stelling, Paul Merson, Charlie Nicholas and Phil Thompson for company as they kept the nation informed of the latest football scores on Soccer Saturday.
When Stranraer raced into an early 2-0 lead, I was glad I'd stayed at home.
When Montrose pulled it back to 2-2 just before half time, I said to Mrs Wife that I was now sure I was about to miss Montrose's first league win of the season.
Sure enough, they bagged another couple and found themselves 4-2 up with just 14 minutes left.
At that point, I considered driving down to the ground, walking in through the open gates and applauding the team from the pitch after a memorable comeback and much-needed three points.
But somehow, in those remaining minutes, Montrose contrived to lose THREE goals and match itself.
Even from the safety of my own settee, following Montrose is a harrowing experience.
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