The Packers better beat the 49ers today!

That is all.

Hey you 49ers, you're so gonna lose!!



GO GREEN BAY!!

Baseball anyone?

Angry and I were at a baseball game on Sunday.

We had an interesting crowd around us.

• A 60-something lady who really needed to pull the back of her shirt down.  A lot of women, me included, have a problem finding jeans that fit them perfectly.  Many of us have a “gap” in the back where the waistband is open or is too low on our backs.  This can show the tops (or a bit more) of our underwear if we aren’t careful.  This woman leaned forward in her seat often.  Her shirt was up high and I got to enjoy her (beige with lace on top) underwear!  A quick tug of her shirt would have fixed that.  Maybe she figured she was old enough that no one would care?

• A tissue-less Dad with a kid that was about four.  The kid and Dad were having a great time at the game.  They both cheered their favorite players, they shared a pretzel, and Dad took tons of pictures of the kid and himself with his phone.  Near the end of the game, Dad picked up his son and put him on his lap.  How cute!  Until Dad grabbed a booger from the kid’s nose and wiped it on the back of his shirt.  I guess Mom can wash that later!!

• The short lived couple.  The two seats next to me were empty until the 4^th inning.  Then, a young couple showed up and sat down.  They ate their lunch and drank a soda.  They left at the start of the 6^th inning.  That was quick!  I hope they had free tickets.  Two innings isn’t worth the cost of a ticket.

• The non-stop talkers.  Two 50-something men sitting behind us never, ever (I mean NEVER) stopped talking.  Loudly.  They covered every topic known to man during the game.  They discussed:  cooking; cars; movies; music; their jobs; their bosses; their wives; their pets; the ballpark; and everything else in between.  The only thing that distinguished them from the type of women who chit-chat during games was that they didn’t talk about shoes (the gals always talk about shoes)!  At one point, they were cheering for the wrong player because they had totally missed an out that had just happened.  One guy even said, “I’ve been told many times that I look just like Brad Pitt.”  Ummmm. . . . Maybe if Brad Pitt has a pot belly and is going bald!

• An elderly gentlemen next to us who needed a hand held radio.  Well, if you call a radio the size of Kentucky hand held.  He pulled out his radio about half way through the game.  It was HUGE.  He had to use both hands to hold it.  And the antenna was about 3 feet tall.  He could have poked someone’s eye out with that thing.  A lot of people like to listen to the radio broadcast of games while at the actual game.  But, not with a radio that could have purchased a ticket for its own seat!!

Holy cow! I wouldn't be able to lift this thing.

This is more like it! Maybe this was out of his price range?

While the talkers were a bit annoying (I WAS wishing for some ear plugs!), I'll take any (or all) of these people over the obnoxious drunks that can end up sitting near you.  These people were well behaved and I never had a drop of beer on me.

The Packers better beat the Giants today. - UPDATED

 That is all.

Hey you Giants - you're gonna get the snot beat out of you today.

UPDATE:

Well, the Packers lost the game.  They should not have rested their starters.  And, they should have adjusted their defense to play better (how about rushing the passer?).

I'm too depressed to move!

The Packers better beat the Steelers today. - - - UPDATED

 That is all.



Hey you Steelers, you're gonna lose!

Go Pack!





 We WIN!!  The Green Bay Packers are the World Champs!!  Way to go guys!

The Packers better beat the Bears today. - UPDATED

That is all.

Hey you Bears, you're gonna lose!

Go Pack!

Update:

WE WIN, WE WIN, WE WIN!!  SUPER BOWL XLV, HERE WE COME!

I swear like a drunken sailor!

Please don’t take any offense all you drunken sailors out there!

I've never been one to mince words, even if they include some of the four letter type.  I am careful to keep the colorful language to a minimum when I'm out and about in public (especially if kids are around).  I tend to swear mainly when I'm in my office at work or at home.

The biggest reason I drop an eff-bomb or two (or 100), is sports.  While I'm watching or listening to my favorite sports teams, I become an emotional wreck.  If the game isn't going the way I think it should be, I become agitated and tend to swear like crazy a drunken sailor.  Eff-bombs spout faster than oil was gushing from BP's well.  I also, much to the chagrin of my hubby (a/k/a Angry), do a lot of fist pumping and use a very loud voice.  Timid and meek, I'm not.

Bad as this may be (at least for those around me); I've also become just as emotional while watching sports teams that mean virtually nothing to me.  I can watch an NFL, MLB, NBA, or NCAA game with teams in games that don't affect my team or division and still get way too emotionally involved.  It's the same eff-bomb, fist pumping, and loud voice scenario. 

I think I need some "help."  Angry explains to me that "it's just a game" over and over.  How do I adjust and stop this silliness?  I don't think that will ever happen.  I'll keep the eff-bomb brigade alive and well!