When attending a sporting event of any kind, I can’t help but really get into the spirit of the event. This past Saturday, I was gussied up in my finest Hawkeye threads….
I had a hot date with my college roommie….
We pre-partied with the best of them in parking lot tailgates…
We may or may not have contributed to this mess…
And when we entered Kinnick stadium, we might have thought the crowd was cheering our arrival.
Our high was quickly sucked away by the Debbie Downer (and fan of the opposing team) sitting to my left in the straw hat. Yes, the one who was approximately 102 years old.
You see, Whitney Lover and I were simply happy to be together. In our old college stadium. With 70,000 of our closest friends.
And we are not the most soft-spoken ladies. Nor are we the classiest ladies. Nor are we any kind of boring.
So we cheered. We hooped. We hollered. We would have done toe touches if we were still limber enough if there had been enough room.
We were so happy we felt the need to document every other second.
While over enjoying the atmosphere, I overheard the 102 year old tell her hubs that she was “appalled” (yes, she said appalled and yes, I was keeping my hands to myself AND I hadn’t even been using my favorite f word, as the Hawks were winning) by our loud, obnoxious behavior (and most likely the pink streaks in my hair).
So when she squeezed her ears shut as the fans around her cheered for an Iowa touchdown…I may or may not have been inches closer to her ear than necessary.
And then I scooched a little closer to my new bestie for the second half of the game…
Just to make her day a little more fun.
And unruly.
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Hahaha…….. you’re so fun 🙂 with that lady and all those people /sport fans together, you must have felt so amazing to may can sit there, fantastic !!
That lady had zero fun sitting beside me. Oh well – her loss! It is always a fun time going to a football game with all of the other fans. A big time rush!
What is it with you and old people, Gma excluded of course. First the old guy at the restaurant and now the unfan. I’m seeing a pattern here.
Ha! I think I must have a magnetic force that draws anyone over the age of 79 toward me…well that, or maybe I’m just so damn loud that I break the barrier between their hearing aids and head…
Yes, it’s the hearing aids. I think you’ve solved this mystery! 🙂 Maybe she should have turned it off. Just sayin’.
I think I will advise anyone near me with a hearing device to turn it off before I get ‘offensive’. This way, I can have all kinds of elderly best friends. Yay me!
It would be the kind thing to do. Might it help your singing career too?
HA! I’m sure it would help my singing career!
Battalax!
Amazing how packed the stadium was – soooooo fun!!!!!!
Soooo fun and soooooo loud. Just ask my seat buddy. Oh wait, she can’t hear you because her fingers are in her ears.
You are a good fan. Why did UnFan go to the game, I wonder? Really? At the Syracuse games I am THE LOUD GUY and, yes, I annoy some people around me. (If I go too far by being TOO negative or disparaging about the opponents or a bonehead play by the hometeam my dear wife Karen then clamps down on my thigh I and rein it in.) Mostly though I stay clever and make them laugh.
I love it! What fun would sporting events be without spectators like you and me? I thought the same about old lady coming to the game if she was going to be a fuddy duddy. I mean, the spirit of rivalry is the best part, right?
She brought a whole new meaning to the phrase “that section was dead.” Almost literally, no pulse, CBXB, from the looks of her pale face and pursed lips staring you down.
She so hated my guts after spending a whopping three hours beside me. Oh well! 🙂
You can’t win them all over, CBXB. 😦