This past Sunday I attended my first NFL game.  It was the last part of a pretty much month long birthday celebration.  While it wasn’t my beloved Lions I did enjoy watching the Carolina Panthers destroy the St. Louis Rams.  I think I might even be ready to accept them as my secondary team.  I definitely want to go back to another and I’m almost positive the next time Detroit comes here I’ll be at the game.   I just need a jersey (I’m thinking I want a Ndamukong Suh or Calvin Johnson one) and my sign saying “Lions kill Panthers”.  There may or may not be some type of side wager on the outcome between Val and I.

I basically had a blast with the exception of the climb to our seats and the sun.  That climb was a beast!  So much so people were giving encouragement to each other while stopping to catch their breath.  Seems like the sun missed me and was trying to love up on or cook me with a vengeance.  It got to the point that I was making offers to attend somebody’s church one Sunday if I could get some clouds for an hour.  No such luck so no one will have the task of laying hands on me or putting out the flames I would burst into upon entrance.  I know there has to be some sort of way to find out where the sun will be facing because next time I want to be in the shade.  I’m just glad I didn’t wear a sweater like I was planning to.

The Panthers scored about 30 seconds in on a pick 6 and kept the lead throughout.  It was still a fun game.  Well, not for the Rams who didn’t care to be losing to the Panthers and showed that by pushing and throwing punches.  We left a little early since it was obvious the Panthers were going to win and to get a head start on the rush to leave.  It still took the shuttle awhile to get through the throngs of people and away from the stadium.  I don’t know if it’s the beer or people being happy with the win but neither will act as a force field to prevent you from getting hit so move bitch, get out the way!  I was operating on four hours of sleep and still stayed up to The Walking Dead and pare down my DVR queue.  Trust me when I say, I slept the sleep of the dead.  The chilly overnight weather didn’t hurt at all.

It’s nice to be able to check that off of my to do list.  Now I have to attend an NHL and NBA game.  I’m also glad my mom didn’t ask me again if the players wear underwear under their uniforms.  

Author: Freaky Deaky I'm a horny, opinionated, smart-ass, antisocial, introverted, misanthropic, agnostic, nonconformist, free thinking, hedonistic, highly intelligent, and arrogant black man with a dirty mind.