My Day at the game:
Dreary morning with the potential for high winds coming off the lake, so I layer up. I have thermals for my top and bottom plus another long sleeve, a wind-breaker, and my Chubb jersey. Wore a winter hat to be safe. We get to the parking lot, and I feel good about my layers for the game. 12pm rolls around, and we see some sun peeking out of the clouds, and as we walk to the stadium, the clouds pretty much disappear. Climbing to our seats in the upper deck, I'm heating up. The sun is now full out and just blazing down on us. It feels hotter than the KC game. After complaining to my friend and the person next to me, I decide to just peel everything off. Those around me got blinded by my pale torso and escaped getting their eyes poked out by my rock-hard nipples. I throw my jersey back on and feel much better. My legs are still overheating, but I wasn't taking those off in the stands.
It's late second quarter, and my friend and I decide to take a walk and mosey to the section where some of our other group were sitting. We go down the ramp a few levels and we check to see if we can cut over to their section at the top of the Dawg Pound. We are at the Kardiac Club level. The doorman was talking to some lady, so we just walked in. As we head to the other side to cut through, we screech to a halt, look at the food stations and beverage stations and decide to stick around for a few minutes. We both grab a hot dog and curly fries then grab a drink. I got a beer and my buddy comes back with a White Claw. He says, "Hey, she gave this to me unopened." We look at each other and a lightbulb appeared over our heads. We take turns going to the White Claw table every 5 minutes and get two unopened cans at a time.
Side note: The bathrooms here are very clean, so I get into a stall, strip down, and take off the thermals that were under my jeans. I also splash water on my hair and fix it so I can keep my winter hat off without having hat-head.
Just before we are going to leave, I see a familiar face. I elbow my buddy and say, "Hey, that's Hanford Dixon." So, he yells, "Hey Hanford!" Hanford looks and then his face gets that look like 'Great...now everybody is going to rush me.' Everybody did. Of course, my friend jumps up and asks to take a picture with him, so we did. We then left Hanford to deal with the fans. Guy probably just wanted some nachos.
Anyway, we grab a little more food as the halftime crowd streams in. It is now packed in there. We grab the last two White Claws they have, and walk to our friends' seats with 14 White Claws stashed in our stripped-off layers we're carrying around. We walk to their section for the second half and pass out drinks to our group and some others in our section like it's Trick or Treating time. We are everyone's favorite fan-friend in that group of rows.
Too bad the team played like shit.
