Jinx - No Mo' Foo'Ball Weekends Fer Us

Friday morning we left early and spent the night at Dan's mom's house. It was interesting. Virtually no one was speaking to one another by the time we left on Saturday morning.

After leaving his mom's, we drove about 8 1/2 hours to Ma. - 4 hours of which were spent trying to cross the G.Washington Bridge in New York. It's the first time I've seen New York - I don't wish to repeat the vision. Then we got slightly lost once we got to Mass. No biggie. We did find the hotel and it was nice. The hot tub rocked.

I have a hard time understanding that people drive through New York more than once in a lifetime and that they actually enjoy it.

Sunday morning we left for a 1PM kick-off time before 9AM. Everyone told us it would take that long due to traffic. Everyone lied. We were at the stadium by 10. We walked and walked and walked from the parking lot to the stadium. (Have I ever mentioned that I HATE walking? Or that I don't do it very well due to an old back injury and resulting surgery? Consider yourself told. I don't walk very well.) We had to go thru tunnels and over bridges and, well, you get the idea, I didn't like it. Fortunately there's a mall next to the stadium so we killed some time sitting on benchs in front of stores. They let people into the stadium at 11 so we were some of the first people in their seats - which was cool - until it wasn't. The temperature was in the 80's and it quickly got HOT. So we'd sit awhile, wander back inside awhile, sit awhile until the game started. Spent a small fortune on beers, food, bottled water and a pick Patriot's hat for me while waiting and wandering.

And then they lost. Not just lost, mind you, but LOST.

And so it went for three full quarters....and so did we. And so did everyone else. And we walked and walked and walked back to the parking lot. Which was farther away then it was in the beginning because we came out the wrong doors. It took hours to get out of the parking lot.

I have a hard time understanding that people do this more than once in a lifetime and that they actually enjoy it.

We left Ma. this morning at 9 and made a small detour to a casino in Delaware. I won a few bucks - almost enough to pay for the tire I'm going to have to buy tomorrow seeing as how we blew the left rear one right down to the rim somewhere on I95 in Baltimore.

But we're home - finally. The cats vomited all over the stairway in our absence. To say nothing of the other nasty thing they did in front of the fireplace. (Which they always do is we're gone longer than they think is appropriate...and apparently this time we were gone a whole lot longer then they thought appropriate.)

I have a hard time understanding that people do this more than once in a lifetime and that they actually enjoy it.