16-0. Phew! After putting up with more than three hours of CONNTINUOUS,insane smack talk from 2 drunken bitches sitting behind us in the Land of the Giants, we woke up this morning WINNERS! And they will wake up losers, with severe hangovers and mouths dirty enough to farm potatos. No, Tom Brady is not our father...and yes, we are old enough to consume alcohol. No we are not driving all the way back to Boston tonight, and the reason we are not yelling and screaming smack is because we knew we would be going home the victors.
Well, let me say there were a lot of Pats fans at the game last night...but not nearly enough to drown out Eli's Giants. We were cursed at, harassed, doused with beer, and screamed at...and sorry, the Giant guys were gentlemen and pretty much ignored us and thought we were cute; but the two bitches sitting behind us were clearly more interested in us than in the game.Too bad Baby Eli couldn't maintain his composure when the Patriots finally went on the attack. Eli never did come to save them.
So the night started out FAB! We were given a free parking permit and got to park right next to the stadium. With my daughter's compact little Corolla it was a breeze pulling into one of the few parking spots not occupied by a grill, beer bottles or a cooler. We walked to the stadium, took pictures, and made our way to our awesome seats...until the folks settled in behind us. I want it to go on record that not only were we harassed incessently, but those two females had THE MOST ANNOYING VOICES I have ever heard. And that was their redeeming quality. Welcome to New Jersey. Land of the Entitled. And the guys they were with clearly only kept them around for one thing.
So if they weren't annoying enough, the Giants ran down the field and scored on the first posession? What? The game was annoying too. Where was the D? The atmosphere was getting intense..and a little stressful. Are we bad luck? Upon leaving our seats to go buy beer "You're not leaving, are you??" said the Pats guy in the next row over...(Giant Stadium is ugly and not full of amenities, I might add), we return to our seats to discover our seats had been doused with beer...what, to make us mad? How could we be mad going 16-0?Poor sports. "When should we leave?"
"You know I think we may be bad luck. If we leave at the end of the third quarter, they will have time to catch up.We started plotting our escape...."If we wait til the end and the Giants win or lose, it's not gonna be very pleasant." "
"We should take off all our Pats gear, so we don't stand out!"
"Good idea...we can blend.."
So it was the third quarter and we were losing, and getting harassed, quite personally I might add, who wound them up? So we planned our escape after the Pats lost posession at the beginning of the fourth quarter. We had had enough. They had better win.
We take off our hats, sweathirts, and zip up our coats...Gate A. Out in the parking lot the stadium erupts. That's not good. But wait! My daughter is on the phone with her boyfriend "Randy Moss just scored a touch down..those are Pats fans!"
"Where have they been all night?"
SO to the car, onto the Parkway, with three cell phones to three different people, all giving us play by play, we made our escape from the Land of the Giants, off into the new Jersey night;with the intense satisfaction of knowing to the victors go the spoils...and to the bitches sitting in Section 216, no one to harass during their final glorious defeat.
There is no need for explaining why we were there.
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