I have woken up on this morning about a dozen times over the years, the morning of an Army-Navy game, and talked about going. MANY times, I thought about driving up to Philadelphia to see the game, but usually wussed out because it’s cold, it’s a drive, the ticket price, or just plain apathy about a game in which I have no rooting interest. And did I mention that I hate sitting in the cold? In the end, I would’ve gone for the sheer pageantry of the event. So, this morning, a WNST listener/friend was kind enough to extend an overnight email offer and my wife has completely twisted my arm into sitting in the cold for three hours and paying $100 to watch a game I have no rooting interest in — and alas, it looks as though I’ll be attending my first Army-Navy game today! Incidentally, the only other time the game was played here, I was doing an appearance for Sporting News Radio in Los Angeles, and spent my weekend vomiting at the Marriott on Century Boulevard outside L.A.X. I got the flu on the West Coast and literally thought I was going to die on the