The Volunteer band did put on a fine pre-game performance right near our shady spot. Wearing a bulky, dark band uniform in 96 degree heat must be a special kind of misery. I hope they pack their pants with ice. Speaking of which, has anyone invented undergarments that can be frozen? I wish I'd had some.
Thanks to a friend and the Spouse's bartering abilities, our seats were pretty great. Seat backs make all the difference.
The storm and all the moving around caused a 90 minute game delay, but at least it cooled down. We re-settled in our seats and began admiring Derek Dooley's bright orange pants from afar.
More than four hours after we left home, the game finally got started. I'm pretty indifferent to football, so mostly I just watched the guy with antennaed headphones sitting to my right pump his fist and sing Rocky Top over and over. "GOOD OLE ROCKY TOP!" he would bellow, apparently deafened by his headphones. No one except me took notice of how weird this was.
Although we left at halftime, the Spouse felt that I earned an "A" for good football behavior. ACED IT, BOOYA!
Stay tuned to see if he can do as well in an art gallery.
2 comments:
Excellent football behavior indeed! I think I would have been given an F. On Friday Cedric asked me if we should invite my folks over to watch the game on Saturday, and my response (completely without guile) was "What game?" To which he replied "You've been here 6 years, and you still don't know?" Yup, and I plan to keep it that way as long as I can. :)
Wot? You all went to The Game???
Wow, congratulations on seeing firsthand The Great Event depicted in your terrific pictures. The band, the shade, the crowd, the heat and more. And the orange shirts! Such excitement. Amazing...
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