I just found 45 cents in the couch cushions...can I sponsor a bowl game?Jaysus, seriously, what is up with the lame-ass bowl games these days? Right now The Wonderfulness that is NAVY is playing in the Meineke Car Care Bowl. WTF! Tomorrow there's the MPC Computers Bowl. And don't forget the Chick-fil-A Bowl, or the Capital One Bowl or the GMAC Bowl. What makes a bowl game riveting is its *uniqueness*, its rarity. If we keep flooding the market with shite games for every also-ran then eventually all the games will lose currency and no one will appreciate the difference between the Rose Bowl and the International Bowl.
But, still:
GO NAVY!
Merry Christmas, ya bastids!
And more importantly:
HAPPY 30TH BIRTHDAY, KRISTIN! That's right, K joins the gang and officially classes up the joint. Welcome, Egg.
MAD props to both Kristin and Annie, who came home to Virginia for the holidays by driving alone from Chicago and Gainesville, respectively. I'm proud of, and impressed with, them both...but more importantly I'm just so glad they're home.
Look no further than this to see why I lerv these girls
True friends are the ones who will make asses of themselves right along with you and at the end say, "Damn, that was fun." Another Merry Christmas to Pam and Susie who helped me usher in the holiday spirit on Friday night with almond champagne, crab cakes, drunken shopping at World Market and ogling ice skaters at Pentagon Row. Don't be jealous that I have such flippin' sweet compadres.
Because I wanted to be a paleontologist when I was little.
Or are those dragons?
Well, I'm into the second quarter of school now, and am HELLA CRANKY at having to do schoolwork during the holidays. All I want to do is shop and gnosh and putter in my new digs, listening to Christmas mixes made by
XO London, but no. I have to write two papers between now and next Thursday. Ah, yes...I did this to myself. But I never said I wouldn't bitch about it. No less than you've come to expect from the 'Sport.
In the meantime, please enjoy these tidbits from the Fairbanks Ice Festival.
Navy BEAT Army
Our view from the club seats
I went to the Army/Navy Game yesterday at Lincoln Financial Field in Philadelphia. The story of how I got there is long and fraught, and very 11th-hour, but suffice it to say that I got incredibly lucky to score 2 tickets in the club section of the stadium. Before I got there I had no idea what this meant--I've never been to a game of any kind at a professional stadium in my life (I KNOW. Me. She Who Loves Football, as my tribe calls me. It's a crime, but that's a whole other story). Now I know that the club section is MONEY: enclosed, gourmet concessions with couches, TVs, and a full bar, not to mention seats in small rows so you aren't looking over tons of people...cushioned seats with TONS of leg room. It was swank. It was also on the Army side of the field, so Kristen (my wingman for the day) and I, complete in our Navy gear, were deep in enemy territory.
Which didn't stop me at. all.
I hollered, I clapped, I jumped up and down, you name it. I cheered so hard that I have a huge bruise on my left wrist where my stainless steel watch dial slapped into the skin on clap after clap after clap. By the 4th quarter it was clear that Navy would prevail (duh) and then my joy knew no bounds. Well, that's not totally true. Back story: as with most marquee football games, there was a fly-over. Two awesome ones--the Navy sent a quartet of
F-18s and the Army sent an equal number of
Apaches. Sometime during a time-out in the 2nd half they introduced the respective pilots, standing in one of the end zones. Well, one of the F-18 pilots, a USNA grad, was so all-American turbo handsome, it was like he was from central casting of the 1950s. Kristen and I could not stop exclaiming about the many good qualities of this man. Fast-forward to the 4th quarter, where most of our section had cleared out once it became clear that Army had no chance. Out of nowhere Kristen elbows me and says, through clenched teeth, "Look to my right". I look, and who is there but Pilot McHottie. Of all the seats, in all the stadium? He came and sat by us. THEN my joy knew no bounds. Here's proof:
Captain America
It doesn't do him justice, but trust me when I say that his salary is TOTALLY WORTH IT.
It was the most amazing day, with perfect football weather (although it did get a bit painful after the sun went down), so much eye candy that I really didn't know what to do with myself (I think I blacked out a couple times), and a Navy victory. Not bad for my first-ever trip to Philly.
Do I look cold?
