I'm never allowed to go again

So yesterday, while we were at Colorfest my aunt-in-law calls us and says, "Hey we've got an extra ticket for the Redskins game. Do you wanna go?"

Well my wife and I fretted back and forth for a few seconds before saying, "Sure, but we don't know who yet"

Y'see.. my wife is a big Redskins fan but she had arranged to have her mom and josabry come over to work on josabry's dress for wushi and beguine's pending nuptuals. Eventually we sort of let them decide for us. When we found out that her Aunt wasn't going (her Uncle was) then we decided to have me go. I donned a burgundy red cross blood drive shirt and headed out.

We got off a little late but enjoyed a sandwich in the parking lot and then walked up to the stadium and found our great seats, upper deck, 2nd row, right next to the camera well on the 50 yd line. Great seats. Things, at least in the lower section of the Upper Bowl, don't look tiny from up there. You can still easily read uni numbers and get a good sense of the action. Names are a little rough to pick up, but otherwise it's a lot like seeing a baseball game from the upper deck. If you get to the front, you'll likely have a better view than many in the lower levels will.

Then the game happened. It was an ugly, sloppy game, but it did have some good defense on occasion so I enjoyed myself, unlike many of the fans around me. ( And that gets me to my rant. )

Getting out of the game was the disaster that yerbrainondrugs mentioned over on Riggo's Rag, so I didn't get back home until 6:30 or so and I am just exhausted....