Vikings game? Free tickets? Whoo-hoo lezzzzzzgo! Ok, so perhaps I was more sold on the idea of a night out with friends and some cold beer at the end of the work week but what the hell. Game on however you want to look at it.
So we hip hop over to Grumpy’s bar last night to meet up with a bunch of our friends pre-game. Rocked a big ol’ plate of tater tots and some drinks then we walked our purple attired bodies over to the dome. I wore my one and only dark purple colored tank so at least I looked the part of a legit Viking/football fan, but that was about the extent of it.
This blog is a confession actually. So it’s not like I despise football or anything, it’s just that... well it’s not my “thing.” I used to cheer for it in high school and all, but that was mainly because I liked to dance and wear a short skirt and watch the boys run around in tight uniforms (that would be confession #1). Confession #2 is that I never truly understood all the rules of the game and thank god the other cheerleaders had somewhat of a clue or I would have been totally confused as to when I should be jumping and rah-rah-ing for joy or when to put on my cute little concerned face when the play didn’t go in our favor. Ok, so I’m not dumb (my I.Q. is pleasurably above average), but like I said, the sport isn’t really my choice of interest. I’d rather be shopping. (When wouldn’t I rather be shopping?) Or reading a book for that matter. I’m a book worm shop-a-holic who isn’t into football. Yup that’s me.
It was a blast though! Not because of the game or anything, I maybe watched 1 minute total. The conversation with the ladies though? Fabulous. We debated the "age span" of a Vikings cheerleader and how often we shower a week, it was great. I could sit and chat with women all night long while sipping beers and munching on popcorn. That was some damn good popcorn by the way, but $9 for a beer was completely nonsensical.
Oh yeah, this is a confessional. So confession #3 is that (*WARNING: this is cringe worthy) for the 2+ hours I spent sitting in my seat, semi-peeking up at the players running and tossing a ball 'round the field and no doubt some touchdowns happened (yes I know what that is), I can honestly say without a shadow of a doubt that I have NO idea what team they played. Not a clue. I know! It’s horrible! And the final confession I have is this: I have NO idea what the score was. Tsk-tsk. I’m still a fan though because I was wearing purple and I did scream a few whoo-hoos when prompted by screams and fireworks.
What I can tell you though is that the cheerleaders had gold pom-poms and white boots. Oh and my seat was blue.
Excuse me while I go figure out my penance....
