Late Friday night, Matt's brother called with tickets for the next day's Clemson Game. As you can tell from the picture, the seats were great, so we knew we couldn't turn him down. (Only 9 rows up from the field!) So we scrambled for a babysitter, packed our bags (my tote to be exact - I like being prepared for anything) and went to the game. Four hours later, with a heck of a sunburn (why didn't I put on that sunscreen sooner?), the tigers won and we happily and sluggishly made our way out of the stadium, hot and dehydrated. It was fun, but I think I'll let Matt's guy friends go with him next time. I'll stick to once a year (or every 4 years....) Did I mention that I'm not much of a sports person? My husband, and son, if he could talk clearly, would say that my hand/eye coordination resembles that of a two year old. So I've never been prone to playing/particpating in/cheering on/ or even watching sports events.
BUT it was really, really fun to spend an entire afternoon with my sweet husband, doing something he loves so much. I'd do it again just for the time with him. Matt was so patient, explaining the game to me and never once getting upset when I kept asking him who had the ball and which way we were going. (What's up with changing directions every quarter?) And he bought me a huge diet coke because he knows I don't like the empty calories in soda. I know I complain a lot during football season, but truth be told, I love watching Matt get excited and passionate about the game. I might not share the same level of passion (or any at all), but I am passionate about him. So I think that combination will get me through football season this year.
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