1) I don't mind tailgating.
2) I still hate football.
Husband did a relatively good job putting together our tailgating group last evening. The plan was to meet at a local supermarket and ride over together. Ultimately one of the groups was running late so we ended up in two separate tailgates a few rows apart. Unfortunately, the late group brought all the condiments forcing us to invent the "spinach and artichoke dip hot dog" which was surprisingly delicious!
It was cold. Like seriously cold. I wore two layers of running clothes, a sweatshirt, and my down jacket. I even wore my CW-X running tights underneath my jeans! And even with all those layers, I ended up alternating between doing the running man and the Roger Rabbit dances to keep warm!
Long sleeved technical tee, Dick's Sporting Goods
Short sleeved technical tee, Race t-shirt
Sweatshirt, College graduation gift
Calvin Klein Jacket, Macy's
Skinny Jeans, Banana Republic
Ugg Boots, Nordstrom
Bright Bulb Posts, Anthropologie (on sale here)
My biggest concern, the bathroom situation, turned out to be not so bad. There were facilities available throughout the parking lot and they were in shockingly clean condition. I'm used to these facilities from races and they are, as a rule, completely horrible. Shockingly drunk football fans manage to keep things much tidier than nervous race runners. Interesting...
Once we got into the stadium, I remembered that even though we had been there nearly three hours, we still had a football game to watch.
Our seats were really close to the field, which provided me with some amusement. Immediately we caught the eye of the opposing team's mascot, who was a good sport and posed for a picture.
Then we spent most of the rest of the game taking photos of ourselves with him in the background.
|This is the picture that started all of our antics. Don't I look a bit like a giant compared to how tiny he is?|
|"I'm crushing your head. Crushing your head!" Kids in the Hall, anyone?|
|We were trying to line the picture up so it looked like he was standing on my hand, but he kept moving!|
|This is my one photographic contribution of the lot and frankly I think it might be the best photo ever taken!|
My biggest problem with football is that the game is too long. We got into the stadium about 5 minutes into the first quarter. Then we watched the second quarter and halftime and that was fine. By the third quarter, I was getting a little antsy, but could deal with it. However, once the fourth quarter started, I just wanted to leave: my back hurt because we were on benches, not seats; I was tired from getting up so early that morning; my contact lenses were making my eyes hurt; and it was getting colder by the minute.
Husband agreed that we could leave with 8 minutes left in the game. I was thrilled because it was already past 11:30pm and I wanted to avoid traffic trying to get out of the stadium. As we drove home, we listened to the game on the radio and our team ended up winning in overtime.
Because he's a nice guy, Husband has not commented on us missing the dramatic end of the game. I'm sure though that last evening ensures that I will never be invited to another football game again.
I'm fine with that!
Happy Halloween everyone!