Despite my body's request for a smidgeon more sleep I pulled myself out of bed at 630AM sharp just as I had planned. After all, today was to be a great day. I would be bonding with my Vikings. Skol! Through the night I dreamt that all of the Viking receivers got hurt and the coach looked up in the stands, pointed to me and said, "suit up Wright, we're putting you in. You're our only hope". As it turned out, I was their only hope, coach Tice just didn't know it.
I was moving slow but on pace to meet my deadlines. I had exercised, walked Sparky, coffee'd, ran, and emailed all by 810AM. I wanted to be out the door by 845AM so that meant I had to get a move on given that I didn't put together a to-do list in preparation for my trip to Cincy. Nope, I did all of this on instinct alone. But I know myself well, and that equates to needing an extra 5 to 10 minutes to make sure and grab all the little forgetables (drinks, snacks, camera, cash, tickets). As it tunred out the only think I forgot was my binnoculars.
I picked Lee up at at 905AM on the nose. Within minutes we were on our way to Cincinnati to see the poor Bengals get a spankin', or so I thought. The morning drive was absolutely gorgeous! Couldn't have asked for better football weather. The forecast called for sunny and mid 70's. We arrived in Cincinnati shortly before 11AM. We checked out the parking accommodations and decided we'd walk a couple extra blocks and save a little on parking. Hel, I run five miles day. I walk a few blocks to save $20. That's right! Parking along the Stadium Drive is $30, and for each block north the rate dropped another $5. We parked probably 1/3 mile from the stadium and paid $10 - a bargain by all accounts. Before we could give football serious consideration, Lee needed a smoke and I needed some food. I hadn't eaten breakfast which is so not me. I felt like I could eat a Bengal!!! :) We happened upon a Champs and the smell was enough to woo me in. I ordered a burger, fries, and a Sam Adams. I was drinking beer before noon - shameful! That is something I rarely do. Just as I was finishing my lunch Mindy called to chat for a few minutes and to wish me well a the game. That was sweet of her to call. I nfact, it brightened my already brilliantly bright outlook!
Off to the stadium and into the slaughter! Our seats were as promised - right on the fifty yard line. And while I like the upper deck for the overall view it affords, we were much higher up than I ever imagined we'd be. I was told by those who were in the know that the purple and orange "things" down on the field were grown men - yeah- football players. The energy level was high, and I had a really good feeling going into the game. I was certain that we'd leave there victorious. I was even planning ahead as to how I might handle leaving the stadium after giving those boys in orange a taste of a purple butt whippin'. I saw myself consoling Bengals fans and reminding them that they still have a good team, that the season's long, and that they're certain to bounce back. Oh boy!!
Can you spell BUTT kickin' - Holy smoke! What in the world!!!!!!!!!!!! That wasn't my team on the field. I refuse to believe that was THE Minnesota Vikings that I know and love. No way! The final score was 37-8 and that wasn't even indicative of how poorly we played. We had 7 turnovers and should have had 2 more if it hadn't been for a couple of Bengal penalties. Now these grown men are paid millions of dollars to do one thing and one thing only. And by the way, that's not being a role model for our kids. They're paid to play football like a damn professional. HOLD ON TO THE DAGGONE BALL. You have a purple jersey, so throw the ball to another guy with a purple jersey. It's that simple! You wouldn't have "thunk" it though. GADS!!! Game over. OK - OK - The memory has now been forever sealed away in a time capsule never again to be brought to mind. Next!!
Our drive home was anti-climatic, although a nice one. When I got home Sparky was waiting at the door leash in mouth and ready to go. It was a long day. I read a little, hot tubbed ( i needed that), and played some guitar. I was in bed by 10PM.
SKOL VIKINGS, LET'S WIN THIS GAME!SKOL VIKING, HONOR YOUR NAME!GO GET THAT FIRST DOWNTHEN GET A TOUCHDOWN!ROCK'EM...SOCK'EM...FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!GO VIKINGS, RUN OUT THE SCORE!YOU'LL HEAR US YELL FOR MORE!V - I - K - I - N - G - S SKOL, VIKINGS, LET'S GO!
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Despite my body's request for a smidgeon more sleep I pulled myself out of bed at 630AM sharp just as I had planned. After all, today was to be a great day. I would be bonding with my Vikings. Skol! Through the night I dreamt that all of the Viking receivers got hurt and the coach looked up in the stands, pointed to me and said, "suit up Wright, we're putting you in. You're our only hope". As it turned out, I was their only hope, coach Tice just didn't know it.
I was moving slow but on pace to meet my deadlines. I had exercised, walked Sparky, coffee'd, ran, and emailed all by 810AM. I wanted to be out the door by 845AM so that meant I had to get a move on given that I didn't put together a to-do list in preparation for my trip to Cincy. Nope, I did all of this on instinct alone. But I know myself well, and that equates to needing an extra 5 to 10 minutes to make sure and grab all the little forgetables (drinks, snacks, camera, cash, tickets). As it tunred out the only think I forgot was my binnoculars.
I picked Lee up at at 905AM on the nose. Within minutes we were on our way to Cincinnati to see the poor Bengals get a spankin', or so I thought. The morning drive was absolutely gorgeous! Couldn't have asked for better football weather. The forecast called for sunny and mid 70's. We arrived in Cincinnati shortly before 11AM. We checked out the parking accommodations and decided we'd walk a couple extra blocks and save a little on parking. Hel, I run five miles day. I walk a few blocks to save $20. That's right! Parking along the Stadium Drive is $30, and for each block north the rate dropped another $5. We parked probably 1/3 mile from the stadium and paid $10 - a bargain by all accounts. Before we could give football serious consideration, Lee needed a smoke and I needed some food. I hadn't eaten breakfast which is so not me. I felt like I could eat a Bengal!!! :) We happened upon a Champs and the smell was enough to woo me in. I ordered a burger, fries, and a Sam Adams. I was drinking beer before noon - shameful! That is something I rarely do. Just as I was finishing my lunch Mindy called to chat for a few minutes and to wish me well a the game. That was sweet of her to call. I nfact, it brightened my already brilliantly bright outlook!
Off to the stadium and into the slaughter! Our seats were as promised - right on the fifty yard line. And while I like the upper deck for the overall view it affords, we were much higher up than I ever imagined we'd be. I was told by those who were in the know that the purple and orange "things" down on the field were grown men - yeah- football players. The energy level was high, and I had a really good feeling going into the game. I was certain that we'd leave there victorious. I was even planning ahead as to how I might handle leaving the stadium after giving those boys in orange a taste of a purple butt whippin'. I saw myself consoling Bengals fans and reminding them that they still have a good team, that the season's long, and that they're certain to bounce back. Oh boy!!
Can you spell BUTT kickin' - Holy smoke! What in the world!!!!!!!!!!!! That wasn't my team on the field. I refuse to believe that was THE Minnesota Vikings that I know and love. No way! The final score was 37-8 and that wasn't even indicative of how poorly we played. We had 7 turnovers and should have had 2 more if it hadn't been for a couple of Bengal penalties. Now these grown men are paid millions of dollars to do one thing and one thing only. And by the way, that's not being a role model for our kids. They're paid to play football like a damn professional. HOLD ON TO THE DAGGONE BALL. You have a purple jersey, so throw the ball to another guy with a purple jersey. It's that simple! You wouldn't have "thunk" it though. GADS!!! Game over. OK - OK - The memory has now been forever sealed away in a time capsule never again to be brought to mind. Next!!
Our drive home was anti-climatic, although a nice one. When I got home Sparky was waiting at the door leash in mouth and ready to go. It was a long day. I read a little, hot tubbed ( i needed that), and played some guitar. I was in bed by 10PM.
SKOL VIKINGS, LET'S WIN THIS GAME!SKOL VIKING, HONOR YOUR NAME!GO GET THAT FIRST DOWNTHEN GET A TOUCHDOWN!ROCK'EM...SOCK'EM...FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!GO VIKINGS, RUN OUT THE SCORE!YOU'LL HEAR US YELL FOR MORE!V - I - K - I - N - G - S SKOL, VIKINGS, LET'S GO!
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