There’s always something about a tragedy that brings people together. And that’s how it was yesterday at the Redskins game. Washington played New York, and while people were there to celebrate their teams, people were also there to celebrate our country.
Because it was September 11th, it was amazing to experience so much love for America. Nothing gives me goosebumps like American flags and people chanting “USA! USA!”
Speaking of celebrating our teams: My husband and my in-laws are good people. They’re kind and generous. They’re funny and nice to be around. But they all happen to be New York Giants fans.
We all have our crosses to bear, don’t we?
Tailgating was on the agenda for the afternoon, and besides the fact that it was blazing hot and I was sweating like a 300 pound man, it was loads of fun.
Our friend Bobby also dates a lovely New Yorker, so he and I had to fend for ourselves during the afternoon.
But once Bobby went to his seat, I kept telling Cory that I was the family body guard because I was the only one wearing the appropriate jersey.
Fans were all fine and good during the tailgate, but come the end of the fourth quarter (when the Redskins won) there was one Giants fan who got a little upset, punched a guy in his section and got arrested (stay, classy, guy. Stay classy.) But nothing like that happened to us. Coincidence? I think not. You’re welcome, Cory. You.are.welcome.
Now that it’s Monday it’s time to retire my role and body guard and head to work. I hope you have a great start to the week!
Let’s chat –
What team’s jersey do you wear on Sundays?
What’s your favorite beer? I think I’ve had five beers since my freshman year in college, but Woodchuck is pretty tasty!