Big Boys, Big Fun! (and my big secret)

This weekend Pat and I took a trip north to KC to watch his beloved Chiefs in action. Last year we took in 3 of their games and we were so happy to go again. (big shout out to my sister for babysitting, too!) My dad has season tickets, and they are great tickets. We sit just a couple rows up right by the tunnel where all of the big boys run out.

Now, I really don't consider myself a big football fan. I used to really enjoy watching it. Before we had kids Pat and I would have "football Sundays". We would watch football all afternoon and doze in and out of sleep and order pizza and watch football all night. That's right, before we had kids. Since having my little bundles of joy I have exchanged "football Sundays" for "laundry Sundays" and "vacuuming Sundays" (with maybe a touch of blogging, too).

But I quickly found out last year that no matter how much you like or care about football, there is nothing like being a couple feet away from a 6 foot 5, 259 pound NFL player in tight, tight pants. Really, any girl becomes a fan.

And since our tickets are so close, I stood by the tunnel to see boys as they came out. Okay, go ahead and make fun of me, but my final stats for the game were: 13 Chiefs players touched, 2 Seahawks players touched, and 4 appearances on the JumboTron. A personal best for me. Okay, I can hear some of you laughing at me right now, but come on! These are NFL players!

Here they are right in front of me, I actually had to zoom OUT because my camera was so close to their helmets.




Now on to my secret. I don't imagine there are too many Chiefs or maybe even football fans reading this but the story of the game was not the Chiefs loss- it was the injury of their quarterback. And I am afraid it was my fault. As I saw the injury played out on TV I recalled in my head my first, and most exciting, high five...

Matt Cassel #7, the quarterback, running out- and on the way I reach out and he slaps my hand!



Could it be just a coincidence? He slaps my hand, and only my hand, and then runs out on the field to be gripped by injury not 10 minutes later??? Could he be lying in the doctor's office today thinking "what did I do to jinx myself? Oh wait, I gave a high five to that blond girl before the game!" I am hoping that maybe his lucky socks were just lost or that his lucky jock strap was broken (do those break?) so that there is another cosmic reason he encountered such a fate.


Here are some more pics from the game:





We'll be back for their next home game versus the Raiders in mid-September. I think I may stay in my seat this time and keep my hands off of them... but it will be difficult. :)


And on a completely different note, Sissy had a princess birthday party to attend this weekend so we had to document HER MAJESTY.