The Geriatric Bowl

We took the kids to their first pro football game last night. We saw the Cardinals and Vikings (which we affectionately refer to as the geriatric bowl). It wasn't supposed to be a night game when we originally got the tickets. They changed the time, which caused me some anxiety because we would be at the game in the middle of our normal bedtime. It could become a witching hour situation with two devil children. Thankfully for us, it really didn't happen.

Little Man had a blast as did Leo and myself. Sweet Girl not so much. A giant football stadium with thousands of people screaming is probably not the best place for a child who is easily overwhelmed and highly sensitive. I kept trying to tell them they could yell as loud as they wanted here. But that didn't work until about the 3rd quarter and then Little Man joined me many times in cheering and yelling. Sweet Girl did liven up after some Cracker Jack (which I am convinced was laced with crack). Both kids were doing pretty good at this point, which made me happy even if it was caused not by excitement of being there but by the crack laced popcorn.

Our trip was not without injury (not surprising to me) during the evening we experienced the following:

• Feet and partial legs were stuck in the back of the seat (this happened to both kids...).
• Little Man nailed his eye on the arm of the seat.
• I got poked in the face by a flag that Little Man was waving like a nutcase.

We did leave about 5 minutes into the 4th quarter which was fine with me. I didn't relish the thought of trying to get out of there with two kids and an assload of people. And of course we also had to purchase a foam finger AND foam claws...

I really had a great time, I would like to go to another one and get there early and actually tailgate a bit. I bet that would be a blast. I might even sport a Cards jersey...