Last game, I don't even think counted. It was an exhibition game in July of some unknown year. T-shirt, shorts and sandals were worn. Hardly football weather.
The way some people find baseball boring (not me!), is the way I feel about pro-football. I mean, I like Ohio State football and all, and while one could argue with all the exchange of goods and services for $$$ that go into that program one could classify it as 'pro', allegedly it is not. Allegedly.
I'm never sitting down on a Sunday (or Monday night) to watch a football game. I just don't care.
I won't say I was duped into going to the Cleveland Browns - Seattle Seahawks game, but I certainly didn't ask the right questions when presented the opportunity. And even if I did, I wouldn't have gotten the right answers, through no fault of our hosts.
One might have been led to believe that we were to be in loge or skybox. One might take from that, that the seats were enclosed from the elements if need be. For the record, Club Seats are not the loge/skybox. They were nice. They were padded. They were outdoors.
Ruckiry (not Jon's boss), I don't think we could have had a nicer football Sunday. Sunny and 62. Granted, the sun was on the other side of the stadium, but it was still a no jacket kind of day.
One was also led to believe that food and drink were included in the - gulp - $200 per seat tickets. Sorry, but for that price someone should have been peeling my grapes!
As it turns out, no longer in that price is food and drink included. It seems at one time it was, but I suppose pro sports have fallen on hard economic times too. And while our friends Tom & Sal got the tickets from work at no cost to them, we did feel the need to shell out for the food. It was the right thing to do even if it was so-so food at not so-so prices.
I got a Philly Steak & Cheese sammich......but I'm 99% sure it was brisket. It was ok, but not what I was expecting....or wanting. I get brisket at my mother's for Sunday dinner, not at a football stadium. Still it was a small
Oh, and there was a game, I guess. I know enough football so I wasn't a complete boob about it. We sucked. We won when we probably shouldn't have won, but to be fair, Seattle sucked too. A game of three field goals. Two for us. Whoo-Hoo?
There was little passing from our end, and even when he tried, Colt McCoy (I know! I swear it's not a nom du porn) did little girly tosses going for 3-4 yards. And "we" (like I have any stake in this) have no skill to be running up the middle it seems. But a win is a win, I suppose.
The great thing, of course, is we got to hang out and laugh with Tom & Sal. They are fun and funny. They live three houses away and are just great to be with.
I also have to show you this pic of me. I think it kind of makes my case for not posting 'smiling' pics.
First off, when did I get so many
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