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| A picture from the seats | Shamus and the two vendors |
So obviously I went to the game on Sunday. Shamus had called and left a message saying that one of his vendors had an extra ticket and he wanted to know if I'd like to go. YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!
Even with having no sleep (insomnia has kicked in again), I had an absolute blast! The only bad part of the game was when the Browns decided the run down the last three minutes of the clock. If we had been getting killed by a team, they would have played us down to the very last play, so I really don't see why Cleveland had to wuss out. Nuff said. Next week, we play Pittsburgh, and Cleveland HATES Pittsburgh.
Something that I found really interesting about the whole event is the fanaticism of the fans. People who dress in orange and brown down to the underwear (brown underwear? shudder...I choose not to comment on that). Some of these people have radio headsets to listen to the commentary as they are watching the game. Couldn't you see what happened?
And as for the name of the team? What the hell is a brown? The field has the image of a bulldog on the field (so why not name the team the bulldogs?). Who the hell came up with the Browns?
The other thing that I found really interesting was during the national anthem. Now I admit I am not a patriotic person at all. In fact, I was taught as a child to not say the pledge of allegiance. My mother was never really pro-American (we all have our hippy relatives), and some of it has stuck with me. I just found it interesting that the words of the anthem are displayed on the scoreboard, and that if you didn't rise, you were given dirty looks, if not downright verbally attacked for it. The right of free speech says I don't have to stand, and I don't have to salute, if I don't feel the need. But a football game may not be the right place to take up that debate. So I stood, and drank a beer, and froze my butt off while screaming "Run Forrest Run!" when we had the ball.
