How You Doin', Mr. QB?

On Saturday night as I got out of the car to head to the Enshrinement Ceremony I dropped my cute new purse and spilled the contents out. On the side of the road. Awesome. The result of this was that I broke the camera. Like beyond repair. Because of this there is no photographic evidence of Trent and I meeting.
Or of him professing his undying love to me.
Or of our last minute flight to Vegas.

All right so none of that happened except for the broken camera stuff. Whatever. So here's the real story.

Coach, G.G. and I took our seats (front row, sweet sweet seats). We watched all of the former NFLers that were already Hall of Famers arrive in their gold (canary yellow) jackets. (It's one of the perks of being a Hall of Famer, the yellow jacket. Canary yellow is so cool.) Then someone said, "Hey look it's Trent." Sure enough he was walking right towards our section. He stopped every few feet to sign autographs for kids and then he stopped once and solved the economic crisis and yes, he looked super cute doing it even with that long hair. Everyone around us was screaming, "Trent, Trent!!!" or maybe that was just me.

As he walked past G.G. yelled, "Trent, lead us to the promised land." He so laughed at her. Then he was gone.


Can you make him out in my high quality cell phone picture. Let me help you find him. He's the one looking at the camera. Clearly looking for me. He could sense my presence.

Oh my gosh, so the Enshrinement Ceremony was really cool. Probably my favorite part of the weekend. Naturally I had to pee before we went back to the car so I used the men's locker room. Seriously. I did. This has nothing to do with the story at hand but I felt like sharing anyway.

As I'm working my way through the crowd back to the car, G.G. stops me and was all, "Missy, Missy, look look!" So I look. There he is. Trent sitting on a bus with his back to us. So I laugh and joke that I'm going to take a picture of the back of his head. I am a silly silly girl. Then some crazy stranger takes a running leap and smacks the window of the bus to get Trent's attention. He turned and waved at the crowd.
By this point G.G. and I had lost our minds. She's all "GET A PICTURE! GET A PICTURE!" and I'm laughing so hard that I can't hold the phone steady. I managed to snap a picture and then I looked down to see it. Turns out I was laughing so hard I didn't get Trent in the picture at all. I ended up taking a picture of the side of the bus instead.

Coach said that we made such fools of ourselves that Ryan Denney (another Buffalo Bill on the bus) was watching us and laughing. We are kind of awesome. So here it is. A picture of the back of Trent's head. You're welcome

Homegirl, You are Going to Be So Sorry You Said That.

When I was in college my English professor graced us with this piece of advice. When you write, keep your audience in mind. This advice got me alot of A's on college papers and I've tried to be mindful of who checks out this blog and write posts that I hope you'll find interesting. Today, however, I received a new piece of advice, this time from a friend who we'll call Homegirl. (because I know it will annoy her.) Homegirl assured me that I didn't need to worry about the audience and I should write about whatever I wanted. So you can blame her when you get halfway through this post and start to wonder what the heck I'm talking about. (The answer to what the heck am I talking about will be football by the way.)

I miss football. I was reading over some Buffalo Bills message boards today (that means I was cleaning and taking care of kids if you happen to run into my husband). So in the course of my perusing I found a link to an old playbook for the 1994 Bills. I bookmarked it immediately. I did this because I'm a loser that has every intention of going back and reading through it over and over again until I pretty much have it memorized. By the time I'm done with the playbook I'll be able to step into a huddle and let the team know their assignments, proper terminology and all. I'll be Jim Kelly. Only younger and with bigger boobs, oh and decidedly less male.

In addition to preparing for taking over the QB duties this fall, I read an article about the current QB (Trent Edwards aka the Armenian Superstar) and got to thinking. Alot of people felt that he looked like he was scared to get hit towards the middle of last season. I don't buy this. I think he was trying to adjust his game (how he plays) to not get hit as often rendering him injured and leaving his team in the lurch with the devil at QB (JP Losman and yes, the devil does ride a bike and two is the number souls he stole that day). He was trying to go through his progressions faster (look to each of his options for getting rid of the ball) and trying to make a faster decision and this resulted in his rhythm being thrown off and consequentially not being able to connect with his receivers down the field and he'd dump it off to someone nearby.

I spent at least a solid hour today thinking about this nonsense. So if you think you've suffered by having to read one paragraph let me assure you that I could have gone on and on about this. I didn't. You're welcome. Now sit back and enjoy the above picture of #5. Yes, it is a desperate attempt to make amends with you for writing a blog about sports and not just rambling about how cute the players are. I'm hoping you'll take one look at the beauty that is the Armenian Superstar and forgive me.