Rick, our friend Levy, and I went to the Pittsburgh Steelers Game last night. Fortunately it wasn't cold at all....we were having typical strange Pittsburgh weather where the day before had been about 38 degrees and then last night was about 60 degrees.
Then it started to rain.
And rain.
And rain.
We couldn't find ponchos outside of the stadium and Rick ended up buying us all large trash bags. Yup, you heard me right. Double-ply big black hefty trash bags. I really didn't want to put it on; I protested I had a waterproof coat (and I did!) but in the end I put it on. Turned out to be a good thing because it rained hard enough that I do think it would have sorely tested the limits of my Columbia jacket. On the other hand.....
Let's just say there are few disadvantages to losing weight. Very few. I found out one of them last night. For those who don't know me, I wear skirts and dresses almost exclusively. The only exceptions are exercising (I wear soft workout pants), skiing (ski pants, duh!) and Steelers games when it's cold. For Steeler's games I wear jeans with some sort of soft pants under it. In this case it was a near pair of long underwear Rick forced me to buy for the sake of additional warmth. Anyways, due to weight loss this pair of jeans was clinging to my hips and just barely which mean that the bottoms of them dragged in the water that was streaming like miniature rivers down the roads and sidewalks. I almost wished I would have had the kids with me because my jeans would have served very well as an example of how a tree uses its roots to draw water up. Before we had even gotten into the stadium my jeans (and goofy looking long underwear underneath!) were wet all the way up to midthigh. It was not pleasant.
It continued raining for almost the entire game with the temperature gradually dropping. Underneath my trash bag I'd like to say I didn't get any wetter but in fact I did, a little. Due to body heat there was enough condensation on the underside of the bag that every so often a water droplet would merge with other little water droplets and splat right onto one of the few previous dry spots. =(
Nevertheless, the 3 of us kept good spirits about us and had a good time. This poor girl didn't:
If you aren't sure who I'm talking about look closely. She and her boyfriend were 2 rows ahead of us. That's her sitting on his lap blocking his view. For about 30 minutes leading up to this moment (and this was before halftime) she had been grabbing him and trying to physically turn his head away from the game with her hands. Just barely you could hear her saying 'Baby, why won't you look at me? Look at me!' and things of that nature. It wasn't long before some of the people around us were shouting back 'Because he's trying to watch the game!' She took no heed. I felt bad for the man because I think it must have been his first game because those two were not the usual season ticket holders for those 2 seats; we would have recognized them otherwise.
The woman continued trying to get his attention and in between plays the man tried to soothe her. None of us could tell if she was drunk--no one had seen her drinking. A few times she looked ready to cry. Once she got his sopping wet terrible towel and attempted to whack him on the head with it. What she really did was smack the woman sitting behind her boyfriend! Her boyfriend wrestled the towel from her and a few minutes later she attempted to climb onto his lap.
Oh, poor man, you didn't fight hard enough! You should have fought harder to keep her out of your lap. Look at the picture again:
That was SECONDS before the woman BIT HIM. Yes, that's right. BIT HIM. He yelled and shoved her off and the whole crowd gasped--because who was watching the game at this point?--and some other man yelled out 'Holy $^#*! She bit him!' The boyfriend stood up, the girl tumbling from his lap and started touching his upper lip. He pulled his fingers away and looked at them.
She drew blood.
I am not kidding. I have never seen anything like it at a football game. I've seen drunks fall down the steps, spill stuff, fall asleep in the stands and get into fights. But I have never seen a woman behave like that and then bite her boyfriend AND draw blood! It was crazy.
The poor man finally left and you could just barely hear his voice but it was trembling with rage. I don't know how he kept his cool with her. I hate to say it but she really did deserve to be spanked because she was behaving like a child! (Not that I spank my children, or believe in that really but typing those words in I think helps get the point across of how childish she was behaving) I felt awful for the man because it was likely his first game at the stadium and likely his last and he didn't even get to see the whole thing. It's very, very hard to get Steeler's tickets--especially in the section we are lucky enough to sit in.
