I attended my very first college football game this weekend. The very first one that I wasn’t in the BAND, that is. This is very sad considering we live near a college town, lived in the area for 13 years, and my husband attended this very school up until the end of last year. I went to a basketball game there once years ago, but the only thing I really remember is the fact that they had great ice cream.
I not only got to go to the game, I got to tailgate. I got to do it all without children. All of this because my brother in law couldn’t get a ride from my husband’s hometown in time (about two hours from here). That’s ok-I don’t mind being the back up choice. Once he found out his brother couldn’t make it, Evil Genius walked down the street with the kids while I was walking the dog and made the arrangements. He went down to see a friend of ours from church who lives down the street. She was more than happy to watch the kids. That was awesome-not only do they like going to see her, she likes to have them come. By the time I had returned from my walk, the kids had their bags packed and were ready to go, though we weren’t actually leaving for three hours.
This whole thing was through his work. They have tickets for every game that people can sign up for. If more people sign up than tickets, it’s a lottery thing. They not only have the tickets, but they have a very fancy tailgate vehicle complete with a deep fryer and beverages galore plus two big tvs. It was a good time-I like getting to put names with the faces of all of these people that he works with.
So you’re thinking, “Wait a minute, she hates football. Why did she agree to go when it goes against her principles of being against the sport?” Let me clarify, when I get to go somewhere with my husband with no children, I’ll agree to most anything. We don’t get out together much. And it was a good time. I’d do it again if he asked me. I’d even go with the children. I still don’t like football, but it is more interesting when it is live instead of on tv.
That being said, since I was there without distraction, here are some random observations I made as a non football fan, band geek, and anxious ADD person:
- They may think the cannon is cool. I didn’t. I have a thing about loud noises. Every time there was a touchdown, I about hit the deck. We left early because it was a blowout-the last field goal we witnessed they decided to shoot the cannon. I thought I had been shot! Does anyone else feel this way about large weapons at football games or is it just me?
- Speaking of the cannon-how does one get the job of shooting the cannon? I would like to see the application for that.
- Do what everyone else does in your section. I had no idea what was going on most of the time, I just tried to figure out who had the ball. I stood when everyone else stood. I clapped when everyone else clapped. They kept yelling some first down thing. I never did figure out what that really was.
- If your entire dance squad is going to wear yoga pants, wear a top that covers your stomach. Not flattering at all. Wish I had been part of that meeting. That is NOT how you wear yoga pants. You’re supposed to have a frumpy shirt to go over it. At least that’s what Moms do.
- The down markers are not big upside down exclamation marks, or lowercase “i”s. I asked Evil Genius what they were, and he explained it to me. I remember they were called down markers. The rest went over my head.
- If you wear a stormtrooper helmet and a cape, you get on the big TV. A LOT.
- I got reminded why I don’t drink to excess. I saw a lot of REALLY REALLY drunk people. And you can’t even drink inside the stadium there. I even was flirted with by a really drunk creepy guy when I got up the one time I went to pee. I’ll stick with my little bit of wine, thank you.
- People get really irritated with you if you have to pee. Thank goodness I only had to go once. I think I was the only one who went to the bathroom so I wouldn’t miss the band perform at halftime.
- The best hat I saw was a coonskin cap. A REAL coonskin cap.
- Silver tubas have to be one of the coolest things I have ever seen. Even if they were in the opposing team’s band.
- It’s best to put your memory card in your camera. Hard to take pictures without it. I forgot mine. I took a couple of pictures with my phone, but I couldn’t get it to take a picture of Evil Genius and me together. No proof we were there together. How sad.
- Band music has evolved quite a bit from “Land of a Thousand Dances” and “Hang on Sloopy”-the standards that I had to play back in the day. This band played Metallica! I would have given about anything to play Metallica in marching band!
- Another fashion police comment: Who decided that off the shoulder on one side shirts were back in style? That’s not symmetrical. If you see me wearing one of those, it’s because someone has ripped off that part of my shirt. And that shorts that are so short that they show your buttcheeks are tasteful? Nobody wants to see that. I know I didn’t.
- Park far far away. And walk. It’s worth it. Not only do you get an hour’s worth of exercise in, you can get away much faster than if you parked close. We parked clear on the other side of campus and hoofed it. It was great-I made up the extra calories I burned with the cinnamon ice cream I still had in my freezer.
I had a good time. I had some really good mozzarella sticks. It was perfect weather and I got to see the band perform. I even found a shiny penny. Maybe it’s a sign. And the best part was that my kids were good for our friend for that long of a time. She even said she’d like to watch them again. This is good news. The last time we left them with someone else who wasn’t my parents was Evil Genius’s family. (They said never again, something about them peeing too much.) It’s always good to know that your children are wanted. They had a good time, but were happy to see us when it was over. I’d like to say that maybe Evil Genius and I will get to go out together again very soon, but I won’t hold my breath!