Hubby and I have very different ideas about tailgating. Color me shocked.
Here's how I prefer to tailgate:
Leave home hours before kickoff to get a prime parking space.
Set up the television and satellite outside and share the experience with other tailgaters. Pull for whoever is playing against Florida and South Carolina.
Snack all afternoon, until it's time for the real meal (pulled pork sandwiches this week).
Leave for the stadium an hour ahead of kickoff, to allow for the one-mile walk and to make sure we see all the pre-game ceremonies.
Stay for the whole game, counting off the seconds at the end. Especially if it's a close game.
Come back and celebrate with the other tailgaters.
Hubby's version:
Leave home hours before kickoff to get the preferred satellite spot.
Set up the television and satellite inside the RV with the air conditioner on, even if it IS the first day of fall and it's a nice day outside. Pull for any teams you have bets on. Switch to golf when football games aren't going your way.
Snack all afternoon, until it's time for the real meal (pulled pork sandwiches this week). Okay, so that part is the same.
Leave for the stadium as close to kickoff as possible, because the pre-game stuff can't possibly matter. Actually, it wouldn't be a tragedy to miss kickoff.
Leave the game as soon as the outcome is obvious, even if it's only halftime.
Come back to the RV and head for home as soon as traffic clears, even though your parking pass is good for the whole weekend. Except for days like today, when kickoff isn't until 7:45 PM, so spending the night only makes sense.
Not that I'm complaining. It could be worse - He could be a Florida fan. Oh wait...we would never have been together.
Go Dawgs!!!!
Showing posts with label football. Show all posts
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Saturday, September 22, 2012
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Not Feeling So Super Bowl....
I have been a football fan as long as I can remember. No, really. I have written before about the fact that one of my earliest memories is of me sitting in front of a (black and white) television, watching a football game in our single-wide trailer in the trailer park, with the encyclopedia open to the "football" entry because I wanted to understand the signals the referee was giving. This was clearly in the days before the referee wore a microphone, we didn't have a color television, and I'm pretty sure instant replay was either not invented yet or was used only sparingly. (In this digital age, that information is only a click away, but I'm not interested enough to go look it up. Besides, the Super Bowl just kicked off, and that statement is going to negate the title and most of the rest of this post.)
There were many years in which I saved one of my personal days just so I could take the Monday off after the Super Bowl. Admittedly, some years I was afraid I would be feeling ... under the weather, as it were ... the day after the Big Game. Other years I just wanted to stay up and watch the whole thing without having to worry about how being up past my bedtime would make me feel the next morning. With or without the assistance of adult beverages.
In a previous wifetime I actually threw a Super Bowl party, making a desperate attempt to prove my worthiness (to someone who turned out to be wholly unworthy) by inviting my ex's buddies over to watch the game. I cleaned, I prepared, I hostessed.
After Hubby and I married, we attended a few Super Bowl parties, usually at the club where we used to go to Happy Hour on Friday afternoons. (Remind me sometime to tell you what my yearbook staff thought I was referring to when I mentioned Happy Hour.) We rarely stayed for the whole game, of course, because Hubby has always gone to bed early, and we both had to get up early on Monday to go to work. (I think I was supposed to live on the West Coast, where the Super Bowl and most other football games come on at a decent hour.)
This year I'm not really into the Super Bowl. I have several NFL teams I enjoy watching and pulling for. I like the Bears, the Broncos, the Lions, the hometown Falcons of course, the Steelers, the Dolphins (I've pulled them since way before their perfect 17-0 season in 1972), the Bengals, the Cowboys (based upon the fact that I lived just outside Dallas with Frogger Blogger for a grand total of 5 months when I was in college), the Vikings. There are others I find tolerable as well. You will notice that none of the teams of which I consider myself a fan are either of the two teams appearing in this year's Super Bowl. (Admittedly, I'm more likely to consider myself a "fan" of a team if one of its major players played his college ball at UGA. Full disclosure.)
Like a majority of Americans, however, I will watch (at least until halftime) just for the commercials. We've already seen a couple that got a chuckle out of Hubby, although he wasn't impressed with the Pepsi commercial with Elton John that has already aired in the first quarter. His comment: "They paid 7 million dollars for THAT? And they can only pay me $11.00 an hour?"
There were many years in which I saved one of my personal days just so I could take the Monday off after the Super Bowl. Admittedly, some years I was afraid I would be feeling ... under the weather, as it were ... the day after the Big Game. Other years I just wanted to stay up and watch the whole thing without having to worry about how being up past my bedtime would make me feel the next morning. With or without the assistance of adult beverages.
In a previous wifetime I actually threw a Super Bowl party, making a desperate attempt to prove my worthiness (to someone who turned out to be wholly unworthy) by inviting my ex's buddies over to watch the game. I cleaned, I prepared, I hostessed.
After Hubby and I married, we attended a few Super Bowl parties, usually at the club where we used to go to Happy Hour on Friday afternoons. (Remind me sometime to tell you what my yearbook staff thought I was referring to when I mentioned Happy Hour.) We rarely stayed for the whole game, of course, because Hubby has always gone to bed early, and we both had to get up early on Monday to go to work. (I think I was supposed to live on the West Coast, where the Super Bowl and most other football games come on at a decent hour.)
This year I'm not really into the Super Bowl. I have several NFL teams I enjoy watching and pulling for. I like the Bears, the Broncos, the Lions, the hometown Falcons of course, the Steelers, the Dolphins (I've pulled them since way before their perfect 17-0 season in 1972), the Bengals, the Cowboys (based upon the fact that I lived just outside Dallas with Frogger Blogger for a grand total of 5 months when I was in college), the Vikings. There are others I find tolerable as well. You will notice that none of the teams of which I consider myself a fan are either of the two teams appearing in this year's Super Bowl. (Admittedly, I'm more likely to consider myself a "fan" of a team if one of its major players played his college ball at UGA. Full disclosure.)
Like a majority of Americans, however, I will watch (at least until halftime) just for the commercials. We've already seen a couple that got a chuckle out of Hubby, although he wasn't impressed with the Pepsi commercial with Elton John that has already aired in the first quarter. His comment: "They paid 7 million dollars for THAT? And they can only pay me $11.00 an hour?"
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Too Bad Weekends Have to End with Mondays....
It's been an awesome weekend, beginning with the kindness of a stranger on Friday night, continuing with a huge Georgia Bulldog win (over a less-than-awe-inspiring opponent, but still) on Homecoming, a 25-mile bicycle ride this morning, and capped off by an Atlanta Falcons win this afternoon.
But sometime in the middle of the afternoon, in between crocheting and doing laundry and watching football, I started feeling lousy. Nothing specific, just a general **blah** feeling. I can't even really point to where it hurts, other than my foot, but I'm sure that has nothing to do with it. It's probably just the start of a cold, and I'll try not to whine about it. I haven't missed a day of school due to illness in over 7 years. I'm probably overdue.
But there's a chance I'll shake it off overnight and wake up tomorrow morning feeling no worse than I usually do on Monday mornings.
I'll cling to that hope, because it's really not a good week for me to stay out of school. Not that I'm indispensable, but there's a lot going on.
Is it too early to hope for a snow day?
But sometime in the middle of the afternoon, in between crocheting and doing laundry and watching football, I started feeling lousy. Nothing specific, just a general **blah** feeling. I can't even really point to where it hurts, other than my foot, but I'm sure that has nothing to do with it. It's probably just the start of a cold, and I'll try not to whine about it. I haven't missed a day of school due to illness in over 7 years. I'm probably overdue.
But there's a chance I'll shake it off overnight and wake up tomorrow morning feeling no worse than I usually do on Monday mornings.
I'll cling to that hope, because it's really not a good week for me to stay out of school. Not that I'm indispensable, but there's a lot going on.
Is it too early to hope for a snow day?
Friday, August 12, 2011
It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year.....
Sing it with me now....
"It's the most wonderful time of the year....
The Falcons are winning, the Braves are a-winning,
And I'm of good cheer......
It's the most wonderful time of the year."
Forgive my giddiness if you will. I have survived the first week of school, I rode my bike home from school and didn't die in the heat, I jumped in the pool with my cycling clothes on when I got home (that's for you, Sweet Girl!), our friend and former co-worker came by to see us at lunch (miss you, Sara! I hope you're enjoying the game from the FRONT ROW), I hear the sound of THUNDER, and baseball and football are BOTH on television tonight. I love it when the seasons overlap. Sure it's only pre-season football, but it's enough for me.
Add to all of THAT giddiness the fact that Hubby told me he is NOT playing golf tomorrow -- I know, right? -- and we are going on an outing. I'll wait until tomorrow night to tell you what the outing is/was, and that way I don't have to come up with another blog topic. Heck, I might even stretch it out for three or four nights.
There's a fine line between giddiness and delirium. I'll stop before I cross it.
Happy weekend!
"It's the most wonderful time of the year....
The Falcons are winning, the Braves are a-winning,
And I'm of good cheer......
It's the most wonderful time of the year."
Forgive my giddiness if you will. I have survived the first week of school, I rode my bike home from school and didn't die in the heat, I jumped in the pool with my cycling clothes on when I got home (that's for you, Sweet Girl!), our friend and former co-worker came by to see us at lunch (miss you, Sara! I hope you're enjoying the game from the FRONT ROW), I hear the sound of THUNDER, and baseball and football are BOTH on television tonight. I love it when the seasons overlap. Sure it's only pre-season football, but it's enough for me.
Add to all of THAT giddiness the fact that Hubby told me he is NOT playing golf tomorrow -- I know, right? -- and we are going on an outing. I'll wait until tomorrow night to tell you what the outing is/was, and that way I don't have to come up with another blog topic. Heck, I might even stretch it out for three or four nights.
There's a fine line between giddiness and delirium. I'll stop before I cross it.
Happy weekend!
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
My Favorite Time of Year....
This is probably my very favorite time of year.
Well, it will be as soon as it cools off somewhat. Almost 90 degrees at 8:00 PM.
In the next month, however, temperatures will cool off and the air will be crisp and cool in the mornings. In the afternoons we can go walk in the park without feeling like we're breathing through gauze.
Bicycle riding will be much more comfortable. Katydid and I have at least four organized bicycle rides coming up, two of which are overnighters. We're pretty much over sleeping in tents, however. Comfortable beds, internet, television, air conditioning. Roughing it has lost its charm. Sitting on a bicycle seat for 50 miles or so is rough enough anyway.
School will settle into a routine and I'll once again feel purposeful. (Is that an adjective that can refer to a person?) We'll soon figure out our new computer curriculum and perhaps even be able to explain to students how it works.
More importantly, however, within the next month baseball season and football season will overlap.
Life is good.
Well, it will be as soon as it cools off somewhat. Almost 90 degrees at 8:00 PM.
In the next month, however, temperatures will cool off and the air will be crisp and cool in the mornings. In the afternoons we can go walk in the park without feeling like we're breathing through gauze.
Bicycle riding will be much more comfortable. Katydid and I have at least four organized bicycle rides coming up, two of which are overnighters. We're pretty much over sleeping in tents, however. Comfortable beds, internet, television, air conditioning. Roughing it has lost its charm. Sitting on a bicycle seat for 50 miles or so is rough enough anyway.
School will settle into a routine and I'll once again feel purposeful. (Is that an adjective that can refer to a person?) We'll soon figure out our new computer curriculum and perhaps even be able to explain to students how it works.
More importantly, however, within the next month baseball season and football season will overlap.
Life is good.
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