Do you really have to ask? No, I’m not talking about the wee ones going back to school (we aren’t there yet anyway), nor am I referring to the end of hot yucky weather (hottest Labor Day in 25 years predicted).
Especially when there’s some good defense being played. Lucky me, I caught them in the midst of bringing that quarterback down.
(Sorry, no shots of scores, especially not Brendan Smith’s interception for a TD as I’m too busy cheering at that point in time!) After every score, we do get to see the big Northwestern flag traipsing around the end zone and then cheerleaders doing their pushups. Unfortunately, the view of the cheerleaders was blocked much of the time because of the bad fans who would leave right after each score and make it so I couldn’t see them!
Of course, the best part is when they win! Look at all those happy people!
Unfortunately, I could never be a football player. The below explains why. The team manager dips cups into the giant tub ‘o Gatorade and then fills them. And they share the Gatorade bottles. And he puts his whole hand including the pitcher into the tub to fill it with Gatorade before distributing it amongst said bottles.
My seats are almost directly behind this, and I inevitably end up watching it at some point during the game and getting totally grossed out. Somehow, I have a feeling that football and hockey are just not in the cards for the wee ones!
New this year was the trivia contest in the Goose Tent prior to the game. Yes, we get two free cups of Goose Island before every game at Wildcat Alley. Except that I don’t like beer, so I don’t drink it. Which is probably why I noticed this:
Ten points to:
1) The person who can best answer the trivia questions above — without cheating! Remember, we’re at a football game tailgate, not sitting at our computers with Google at our fingertips.
2) The person who can find the error in the questions that is still driving me nuts!
In the end, my husband and I both entered the contest. Winner received an unnamed prize, but I’m competitive enough to go for it! We both agree that my answers were better than his. Yet somehow, he was the winner announced at halftime — at least we assume it was him. They announced his first name and our last name. Except that our last name had an extra letter in it when they read it. I’m blaming his bad handwriting, but maybe someone else really won the Goose Gift Certificate and gear that supposedly will be mailed to us. I mean him.
This is so my favorite time of year though. Oh, and knowing I was headed to a wedding immediately afterwards (in Lake Geneva that started at 4pm — you do the math), I was smart enough to put on sunscreen yesterday, so I only had a tiny patch of red on my thigh where I somehow missed application. Not too shabby for four hours in the sun! And lucky me, all redness is gone today, and I’m back to normal.