Sunday was the Big Day. It was Game Day. Due to a variety of extenuating circumstances, we decided that it was time for Sarcastro Jr. to experience his first NFL event. The Titans of Tennessee were facing the Storm Ravaged Evacuees of Houston on the gridiron. The crowd was already in a foul mood when the players took the field. Many ticket holders had waited several hours in line to top off their half-filled gas tanks just prior to the game. Most blamed the visiting team for failing to ensure the prompt delivery of gasoline, weather be damned.
As is tradition, we started with some pre-game drinking.
What unfortunately follows that sort of indulgence is the usual anti-social behavioral problems.
Followed by a sense of euphoria.
Followed by a nap. Not unlike the Texan’s offense.
We left the game early, so as not to be ejected by the security staff. Thus missing personal favorite Cortland Finnegan’s interception and 99 yard runback for a touchdown. Children are a curse.
All of that excitement naturally required another nap. Lucky kid.
