Super Sunday
I wait all year for football season to make its way around the calender. Usually around the last week of july the anticipation begins to set in and my excitement grows. The first home game has finally arrived. It’s a 1:00 game today but at 9:00 we are ready to roll. I have the much needed layers of clothing on and the case of beer is happily sitting on ice. My good friend Chris usually attends the games with me, along with my parents. We usually meet my parents at a nearby Giant Eagle and bum a ride.
We finally pull into the parking spot and its 11:00am. I get out of the car and air hits me like a father’s backhand. The temperature today was a balmy fifteen degrees. I could see my breath escape from my mouth. Perfect football weather I thought to myself. I look around and see thousand s of people dressed from head to toe in black and gold, jumpin around and being crazy. It’s like one big party. After downing a few beers and crushin some grilled burgers, we begin the long walk to our destination. You know the beer is going down good when you forget how cold it is find yourself in a short-sleeve t-shirt.
Vendors have lined the streets awaiting anxious fans. The noise of the tailgaters grows louder the closer we get. Finally after an annoying but somewhat interesting walk, we have made it. Iv’e been many of times but every time feels like the first. We nudge our way to the front of the line where we are searched and our tickets are scanned. Inside at last, I’m greeted with a sea of yellow seats, as well a 100 or so yards of dark green grass. Football was definitely in the air.
Its’s ten minutes before gametime and we finally made our way to our seats. When you first sit down the seat is wet and cold. Half the fans are seated and half are still at the gate. Some B rated musician sings the National Anthem and the National Guard is deservedly recognized. Both teams meet at homefield and shake hands. The coin is tossed in the air and makes it’s way to the ground. My team will recieve. Kickoff…
