It may have been the wrong thong... it's always difficult to decide. But I did my usual thing when we're down at half time... I pulled the thong down around my knees. When/if we score... I begin the ascent to snugging it back up. It's my way of staying directly involved. When I'm listening by radio at the grocery store... I'm always hopeful that we've taken the lead before I get to the checkout. It's embarrassing to not have your thong pulled up in a long checkout line... at my age.