10-21-09
So a few weeks ago Michael and I went to a football game. This is not an unusual occurrence as he is a band director and we are both avid football fans. But this particular game was special. Anyone who reads this knows that I am a UGA graduate and my blood bleeds red and black. Anyone who reads this probably also knows that Michael, my loving husband is not a UGA fan. A native hillbilly from the eastern most part of Tennessee, he is more a true volunteer than anyone else I know. This puts our house at odds during the year and one day in particular. That day, this year was October 10th. That very same day we went to a football game, the Georgia/Tennessee show down in Knoxville.
Being that I played in the band at UGA, I had visited the giant orange field of creamsickle colored people at least twice in my life. Michael, even though he was a native, had never made the legendary journey to his mothership of football, Neyland Stadium. We secured tickets and decided to go a few days before the big game. The anticipation had not really had time to garner speed until the morning of the game. Michael and I were giddy with excitement. I was happy to be going to see a game live and in person. Michael was beside himself with glee at getting a chance to go and see the hallowed Neyland Stadium for himself. All the way up there we were passing other fans dressed in red and black and orange. We saw flags of team spirit attached to cars and vans full of sports fans ready for the game. Truthfully I was a little afraid to go and wear my Georgia gear. I have been there before and seen what the opposing fans can be like. Despite my fears though I would NEVER wear orange.
When we got there, the challenge was finding a parking place. The people we had bought the tickets from gave us great directions and told us where the free parking was. We navigated our way around the city, got a killer spot, and started the journey to fulfill one of our dreams. The closer we got, the wider the smile got on Michael's face. He was practically running to the stadium. He didn't want to miss a minute of any announcements or pre game shows. We finally got to the correct gate at the stadium and started to walk up and around and came close to the edge where we could see the field. The feeling was electric. Michael said he felt like Rudy's dad in that movie, Rudy, the first time he got to see Notre Dame live. We approached the entryway and I started calling under my breath, "Michael...Michael...Michael" as if he were starting for the team as did Rudy in the movie. I have never seen my husband so happy. We sat in our seats and just stared around at all the sights for about 10 minutes.
All in all, the game for me kind of sucked. We lost big time and there were not many Georgia fans around us. We did sit behind the Georgia band which was nice but did little to persuade the UT fans all around us. I also got upset when the UT fans starting doing the wave when there was a UGA player down on the field. When someone is hurt, you don't do the wave. I may have gotten a little vocal about it...may have..tee hee. But I would do it all again because of the happiness I got to see in my husband. He didn't unfairly rib me and we played fair to each other most of the game. I have really never had so much fun watching a football game. I hope we get to do it every year. Only next year I hope we win :)
Have a blessed evening and thanks for reading my 33rd blog!
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