No?
What's that? You have a life and don't memorize my posts?
I'm hurt.
Well, I did as promised and took pictures and even a video. However, every time I talk to my Mom about my blog, she says it's rambly. She is correct. I've always excelled at rambling. See, I'm doing it now and I didn't even mean to. Anywho, in honor of my Mom's complaint of rambliness (I think I just made that word up), I'm going to (attempt) to edit my words in this post. This is for you, Mom.
This is like the chastity belt of drinking. Even if you are tempted to have a little beer, the face mask blocks you. Perhaps next week we'll put the beer in a squirt bottle so we can squirt it right through the openings.
This is what football teams do. Reveiw tape and make adjustment to improve their game the following week. I feel we have learned something here, and we'll be better prepared to tailgate next weekend.
Upon reviewing this picture, I feel no adjustments for next week's tailgating are necesary. Ryan's drinking a cheap skunky beer, smoking a dollar cigar and sitting under his own personal canopy. I feel confident that this is the greatest moment of his life and could have only been made better had his cat been sitting on his lap.
Having successfully started a charcoal grill, cooked our lunch in a parking lot and applied a modest amount of face paint, we were ready for the game. I know that you are all disappointed that we didn't go all out on the face paint, but I think I've talked the rest of the BBSTC into beefing up the fandom next weekend. At the very least, my kids will be there and I can dress them up however I want. Oh, the power of Motherhood. It certainly has its perks.
Aw, aren't Matt and I cute with our face paint melting off our faces? It was hot and sweaty and that red face paint was everywhere. It ran down our faces, I wiped it on my $8 Goodwill jean and then got a little on my $8 purse. Also, I might have found some in my bra when I got back to the hotel, but there are no pictures of that.
As a sidenote (sidenotes should in no way be misconstrued as rambling, Mom), I stole those sunglasses from Ryan. I do that. I steal his things. It's OK though, because he stole my hat for the day and then sweat all over it. I guess we are even.
And here it is. The video of the Bills shout song. I uploaded it to flickr in hopes that Dione will be able to watch it. Dione, I'd hate to think I'd deprived you of the opportunity of watching 70,000 plus people scream and sing because a bunch of grown men crossed a line with a ball. Also, I'm sorry about how shaky the video is. It couldn't be helped, and also I'd like to apologize that our section was so lame that they couldn't be bothered to get on their feet to sing with the rest of the stadium. I'm sure you won't let me down. I bet you'll all dance along.
Yeah, that last paragraph wasn't rambly at all.
