Why do people who are not interested in watching a football game actually go to the game? And why do they walk up and down the steps, and in front of you and behind you throughout the game? Why don't they just sell their tickets and stay on the quad and drink? This I will never understand. It reminds me of going to see Elton John in concert. Some jerk sitting very close to us yelled "Play Tiny Dancer! Play Tiny Dancer" in his big ol' redneck country boy accent all night long. Then when Elton actually played "Tiny Dancer" - Mr. Redneck Jerk Face didn't recognize the song until the chorus.
So this crazy girl in a houndstooth fedora couldn't sit still at the game yesterday. The woman sitting next to me noticed it, too. I counted every time that the girl went by (times that I noticed - PJ says he saw her a few other times) and as she would walk by, I would say in a very loud and irritated tone, "SEVEN!" or "EIGHT!" or whatever number of times she had walked by at that point. I don't think she ever got it, though. Her boyfriend was up and down the whole game, too. I'm glad they've each found a compatible partner.
It was a beautiful day for football. But in some ways, our seats this year suck. For instance, to get to the seats, you have to walk up a very long and grueling concrete spiral. And once you make it up to the sky, it takes forever to cool down and get to a resting heart rate again. And our section gets full sun the entire afternoon. HOT as heck. But I like the view of the game. And I liked the breeze that came through every once in a while. And we had plenty of room yesterday to stretch out.
Here's our perspective...see, I told you it was a beautiful day for football:
And look who we ran into before the game serving up free ice cream on the quad. Is she cute or what?
I should mention that we have a SWEET parking space for the games, though. I'm sure we could sell the parking permit for more than the game tickets. We had fun just hanging there under the tree with our trunk load of refreshments before the game. And look how sweet PJ is - wearing Bama stuff for the game even though he's an Auburn fan. That's true love right there. (He may convert just yet. Especially if they keep that ridiculous coach.)
And I hear (from a reliable source) that we were on TV during the game...right after KY scored their first touch down. My dad says I was looking a bit confused. I was probably trying to figure out what the Hell that crazy girl in the fedora was doing.
The only other thing I should mention about yesterday (and this is just so I might use it as a reference in the future) is that I need to think (and look around) before I speak. Seriously. I was so very busted at one point in the day. (And I'm not talking about Ants-in-the-Pants fedora chick - I don't care if she heard me talking about her.) Anyway, I can't quit thinking about it and feeling like I should know better. I do know better. But there are times I just can't keep my thoughts to myself. (Like 90% of the time.) Oh well, she needed to hear it. That's how I'm justifying it anyway. Of course I will need to think of some other reason I said it if she calls me out on it. Surely she won't call me out on it. I think she would be too scared to hear what else might come out of my mouth.
When will I learn? (Don't answer that.)