Dear guy behind me to the right: No matter how many cute names you come up with for the refs - they still don't care what you say. As a matter of fact, I'm pretty sure that neither Baldy, Buzz-cut, OR Zebra even heard you. On the other hand, I did... I think I still can :)
Dear supporters of the opposing team: We're sorry that you guys went home disappointed. (well, okay - not REALLY sorry, but you know...) Engaging in a shouting match outside under our victory bell didn't exactly make you look brilliant.
Dear cheerleaders for the other team. Ummm... weren't your midriffs cold?
Dear guy in front of me. Ummm... the bench is only so big - and bringing a stadium seat that is BIGGER than the bench does not give you the right to shove it back as far as you can. Your knees do NOT need to touch the bench... as a matter of fact, when they do - that support you are feeling on your hindquarters is no longer the chair but my FEET. My feet which felt very uncomfortable providing such support. I suppose this may not be your fault... as my brother in law so nicely pointed out the stadium WAS built back in 1972 when the fans were less "huge"... I myself have gained over 100 pounds since 1972 so I can understand.
Dear guys who set up the "name that tune" game at half time... ummm, pitting husband and wife against eachother doesn't exactly inspire in me the spirit of "fair competition" - oh, and seriously - you should have mocked the guy a LOT more for mixing "brown eyed girl" up with "under the sea"...
Dear guy sitting right next to me that didn't grab that T-shirt... ummm... M.O.T.H. - it's okay to be a little more aggressive :)
okay - that's all. It was SO my kind of game because I like a nice close game that keeps me on the edge of the seat. Well, normally it would have kept me there... this time it just kind of kept me anxious because being at the edge of my seat would have made my knees be in the back of Mr. Foot Sitter - and there had been PLENTY of togetherness!
Isaiah 24:23 -- On Outshining the Sun
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