The game started at 6:30. We parked outside the stadium at 6:30. Since we were running late and the Bills starters were only expected to play for like two seconds (so as to avoid injury) I figured we'd missed them. Turns out that only the second and third string players took the field that night.
Let us take (another) small detour from the game to point out that I have added a stat tracker to my blog. One of the perks of this tracker is that I can tell how people find out about my blog. You may or may not be shocked to know that there are a number of people who arrive here via google images. Most of them are searching for none other than our boy Trent Edwards and one of them even googled TRENT EDWARDS HAIR to find me, er him.
They ogle his pictures and then go. Some of them come back and ogle the same picture again. To you my non-readers that love to ogle TE, I give you this. Trent dressed in his game day pads ready to stand on the sidelines while others play football. That Superbowl hair seems to be coming along nicely.
As I've pointed out before, CeCe knew nothing about football when I invited her to the game. Being the consummate student she printed off pages and pages of football related information. She read, she studied, she made flash cards. Seriously, she made flash cards. We went over them in the car.
OK I'm going to be honest. This was quite possibly the most boring football game I have ever attended. The stadium was only half-full at the onset of the game and practically empty by the end and all of the players on the field were so bad that about half of them got cut from the teams two days later.
Since we lost, I'd have to say that the most exciting thing that happened was no doubt the wave. I had never been apart of a successful wave before. Not only did this wave make it successfully around the stadium it kept going FOUR times. At one point Thor got all excited and was pointing across the stadium, "look, look it's coming back!" I'd like to blame his excitement on being ten, but I totally loved it too.
Also CeCe was saying how exciting it was to be there. "It's like the atmosphere is electric." I love her. The stadium was like a quarter-full at this point and in my mind far from electric. But since she had nothing to compare it to, it felt electric to her and I'm glad she got that part of the experience. I'm so going to take pictures at the home opener in two weeks for her to see what electricity really looks like. Good times.
After the game we successfully navigated ourselves back to the Thru-way, the boys passed out and we began our search for caffeine. It took like two hours before we found something and I ended up with some French Vanilla Iced Coffee from McDonalds. Let's just say it was NOT a Mocha Latte from DD. Of course after that we had to stop at every rest stop to pee. Man I love to pee.
We sang songs from the Little Mermaid Soundtrack, CeCe taught me the Beat It dance and we discussed Christianity, death and other deep topics that often come up in the middle of the night. At 2:45am we stopped at McDonalds to pee and once more eat.
Speaking of eating, I've got to go grocery shopping soon and I'm sick of all my current menu items. I would love some new recipes. Or ideas. Or even suggestions for how I can convince myself that crumbled graham crackers drizzled with chocolate is a well balanced meal that I can, in good conscience, feed my family for dinner.
We've arrived at the portion of the post where I teach you how to alienate your friends using the Internet.
Step 1. Keep them up until 3 am and then take their picture at a rest stop.
After doing a small amount of yoga, touching our toes while truckers went by and running in circles around the car for no other reason than it was 2:45 and we were a little punch-drunk, we headed home. We parted ways at roughly 3:30am and overall I'd have to say the trip was an overwhelming success, except for, you know, the part where I failed to be CeCe and Trent's matron of honor.
I'm so disappointed.
I'm going to go and sulk in my bed. Goodnight.