Somehow the planets aligned themselves for a second time this weekend and my husband and I were able to go out. We got to attend yet another college football game. Alone. No kids. How fortunate are we? I’d say we pretty much rock. What’s not to like? Tailgating with free fried food and free beverages, free entry to the game, great seats, all compliments of my husband’s employer. I’d say that kinda sorta makes up for the fact that he drives almost two hours a day. That and having insurance, and the fact that they pay him to be there.
The previous game we attended we were able to take the whole family. That was an experience. I think the kids enjoyed themselves, but I am quite convinced that The Professor doesn’t really care what’s going on, as long as there is a big screen to watch. At one point Evil Genius leaned over and said to him, “You know, there’s also a game going on down there, on that field.”
The last time just the two of us went, I believe I made some random observations when I wrote Observations of a Band Geek. You see quite a bit of stuff when you’re not really watching the game. It sure started out as a miserable cold and rainy day, but ended up being pretty nice. We started out in lots of layers and ended up in short sleeves. We only got rained on a little bit, when the pregame stuff was going on. Thank goodness. We may have melted.
This is what happens when you take an ADD band geek to a football game:
- You know your husband loves you when he uses his own butt to dry off your bleacher seat. I must remember to turn that sentiment into a greeting card someday.
- As the rain started to fall, most people’s thoughts don’t turn to the band. Unless you’re me. I let out a gasp and cried, “Oh no, that’s not good for those band instruments!” Well, it’s not.
- I found myself explaining to my husband just how many notes the flute part had in some of the songs. I don’t think he cared.
- The line for the men’s room was waaaaaay longer than the line for the women’s room. That never happens!
- I felt like throwing a bit of a tantrum. It was the 80s and 90s when I was in band and we didn’t get to play any of that cool 80s stuff.
- I wondered aloud at one point, “Do you really think Maroon 5 planned on “Moves Like Jagger” being used for so many things? Do you think they have heard their song played by a marching band?” I did not receive a response.
- The piccolo section had their own fan club. Really! As we were getting ready to go in to the stadium the band came by. I actually heard someone say, “Here come the piccolos!” And then scream and yell enthusiastically. I am not making this up. I have a witness.
- I experienced jealousy at half-time. When I was in college and in the band, we didn’t really get uniforms. We had sweaters. We didn’t get to march either. No wonder I wanted to transfer.
- I was very happy due to the fact that the dance team had their midriffs covered this time. The yoga pants didn’t look quite as weird.
- Who decided that the cheerleaders had to wear really ugly bows on their heads? And why? Did they lose a bet?
- There was also a bunch of guys throwing a ball around on the field. I think it may have been football. I heard they lost. I don’t know, I wasn’t paying attention. I guess I paid a little attention, because I spent a lot of time trying to figure out who had the ball.
- When the basketball coach gets up and leaves, so does everyone else. I’m thinking he may have an inside scoop on something.
- Apparently the guy who has the Captain America garb attends more games than the stormtrooper guy. I was a little sad not to see him. This particular game was seriously lacking in any kind of Star Wars references.
- You may not wear a shirt, and paint letters on your chest, but if you’re not head to toe sparkly then you’re just not cool. I saw this on a game on tv recently. We questioned the effect this massive amount of glitter on one’s body may have on the person’s health. If you’re willing to risk your health for your school, then you are truly a fan.
Don’t worry about being subjected to my random observations of college football again for quite awhile. I think we’re done going to games this year. We’ve already subjected our very nice friend to more of our children than most people can stand. We owe her dinner, maybe even a movie at this point. I’ve really enjoyed spending time with my husband though, even if football was involved. I must admit it is a little more interesting in person than on the tv. Don’t get your hopes up, this anti-football band geek isn’t changing her tune.
Oh so funny!!!
my favorite line? “You know your husband loves you when he uses his own butt to dry off your bleacher seat. I must remember to turn that sentiment into a greeting card someday.”
Promise me you’ll buy one, k? Cause I’ll probably really need the money! 😉