Boy oh boy – sorry I’ve been MIA!
Life happens, as you all know, and sometimes you get so swamped with everything else that you need to push other tasks to the side.
That’s exactly what I had to do, so I’m sorry I pushed you to the side, blog, but I’m here now, and hopefully I’ll be able to keep some momentum going until the end of the year.
Since I’ve been gone for so long, I’ve decided to tell you all the story of that time I went to my first NFL game (which only happened last weekend, but, still).
Alright, so, where do I start..
Let’s go, Bills!Football has always been one of those sports I never understood; it takes forever to get from one end of the field to the other, there are tons of rules that I never bothered to learn, and quite frankly, I can’t keep track of the ball most of the time.
That’s all changed now that I’ve attended my very first NFL game with my boyfriend.
I can honestly say it was the most fun I’ve had at a sporting event, other than attending the Leafs game with my dad last April.
I’ve learned the basic rules of the game from watching Sunday afternoon football games (with the help of my football loving, encyclopedia of sports knowledge AKA the boyfriend). I was stoked that I got the chance to cheer for the Bills in person.
Also, damn – you Buffalo Bills fans are something else entirely! Those tailgates, though.
Bills won that game 28-21 against the Jacksonville Jaguars in a mildly chilly four degree weather (celcius, of course).
Now, I like to think that I’m a fairly organized person. I will research the smallest of details to make sure everything runs smoothly. So, to contradict that entirely, here’s a fun little anecdote from that day:
That Time I Screwed Up Before The Football Game
Typically, when you attend a stadium game, parking at the stadium itself can cost an arm and a leg. Seriously, it was $25 to park in the stadium’s lot – no thank you! We drove around for a while before we stumbled on a lot that was about a 15-20 minute walk, but only cost $10.
We parked the car, grabbed our stuff, and began the walk over to watch some football.
Crossing through the many parking lots, shoes getting muddied and socks almost getting wet, we finally made it to the stadium. I had our tickets, my Bills toque, wallet and phone in my bag, and wore my parka considering we’d be sitting outside for a few hours. I was so prepared, I was ready for anything.
Or, almost anything.
When we arrived at the gate there was immediate excitement floating around. The Buffalo Bills logo seemed to sparkle in the little bits of sunlight, reminiscant of a mirror.
That illusion was soon to be shattered.
The lady working security just looked at me and shook her head.
“You’re gonna hate me,” she said, pointing at my bag. “That’s gotta go back in your car.”
Now, what do they call these epic fail moments? Oh. Right.
She suggested a solution: I hide the bag somewhere in the parking lot. The problem with that, though, is threefold. A) It’s a $150 bag, B) there really isn’t anywhere to hide it, and C) cleaning crews might just throw it out. I wasn’t willing to take that risk.
So, it’s back to the car we go. Again, we had to cross through the many parking lots, shoes getting muddied and socks DEFINITELY getting wet this time. But, we made the trek back up the hill to the car, dropped off the bag, took exactly what we needed and stumbled back to the stadium.
We missed the first quarter, but were there to watch Buffalo score all of the touchdowns.
Despite the silly little mishap I still had a wicked time.
Seriously though, in Toronto the stadiums allow you to bring in basically whatever bags. They check them to make sure you’re not smuggling in anything illegal, but.. America, I guess!
I couldn’t believe the energy in that stadium. It had me on my feet, cheering and screaming along with the rest of the fans, watching LeSean McCoy leave smoke behind him as he runs past the Jaguars – and I’m only just starting to enjoy the game.
The rest of the trip, we bowled, shopped (I’ve discovered my love for Target) and spent time with the boyfriend’s family (and pets!).
Other than my minor screw up (and massive hangover on Sunday morning), our first mini-vaycay together was a success!
Here’s to many more trips (and perhaps more research)!
Have you ever done anything this silly? Overlooked a small detail that was enough to turn you right around? Let me know in the comments!