Now that I live in Atlanta, my secondary choice of a football team has become the Atlanta Falcons (aka, Chicken Hawks, per my superintendent at work). My good friends John and Lizzy have season tickets for the Falcons, and today I got to go with them. Now last week, the Broncos absolutely squashed the Falcons in Atlanta, and the Falcon fans are quite upset about the whole ordeal. So this week, they came back and played and won a great [and important] game! [Sidenote: The Falcons play in the Georgia Dome...Indoor football is kinda strange for those of us who grew up watching football in the freezing cold!]
An unfortunate event occurred, however, while I was watching this game. Out of the blue, a drunken idiot tripped and fell, causing the Coke that he was carrying to spew all over the back of my head and down onto my white, brand new, sweater. The ice cubes hitting my head was also a nice touch. He, of course, had no idea about the whole thing. [It really struck me actually, to think about how much his actions had affected me and my mood...only momentarily of course...without him knowing it...kind of a deep thought for being in the midst of a mess, eh?] Anyway, I had to sit through the rest of the game with a stained (very stained) shirt and CRUNCHY hair...Not exactly what I had in mind for the afternoon...but not to worry, I still had a fantastic time!
In the end, I must proudly display the Bronco hard hat that my dad recently sent to me, and cheer for the team that I love. Go Donkeys...forever and ever, amen.
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