I'm in a Baltimore hotel room with my husband getting ready to head into the most important Redskins game in at least fifteen years, according to him. He goes back and forth between being really on edge, or just excited that we could make this game. The on-edge part was apparent when he would have freak-outs over, say, his windshield wiper fluid not squirting out this morning after a massive snowstorm. He would run his wipers over and over again on his dry windows, smearing the dirt as much as possible until he was thoroughly exasperated.
"Look at this windshield! We're not going to make it down there. We can't go to the game. The windshield is too dirty."
"Umm. Well, let's just wait an hour until the car has warmed up and then see if they work."
I was right, they worked after an hour. He hates relearning that I'm always right.
I enjoy watching many sports, but NFL football is not one of them because I find all of the game-stops and cumbersome rules tiresome. This is my first pro game and JKR is insistent that we buy a jersey at the stadium, even though they are over-priced because he says it's an "investment." According to him, I'll need it for all of the future games I'll be attending.
He and his father have season tickets and I'm looking forward to this for different reasons than seeing my team play another team for the division title. I guess that's important. I'm going because NFL fans get really proud of looking like fat greasy slobs and sounding like ignorant buffoons in public, so I'm hoping I don't even need the magazine. All of the football shows my husband watches are full of weird looking meatheads with no necks who talk like they've had 12 concussions. Some of them sound like they don't know where they are or that they might have dementia. I recognize the signs because my cat has dementia. I think the people-watching tonight is going to be great and I am a professional people-watcher. I should have been a P.I. because I spot everything.
3 o'clock, guy sneezed into his hamburger and still ate it.
Update, his girlfriend took a bite.
7 o'clock guy picking his nose and flicking it into the water fountain.
Look slightly left of him at that lady in the easy-go smelling her own fingers. What do you think is on them?
See? I'm great in crowds. I also hope the Redskins win because that will make my life significantly easier. As we got closer to our hotel -like the ten minute range -my husband started singing Redskins chants to himself.
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