About a year ago Josh brought me to a football game on a whim. It was supposed to be a surprise, but actually he had to find tickets and one day while I was at his place I overheard him talking on the phone to a friend about a ticket seller and that he needed to find some football tickets. I didn’t let on that I had heard anything, but I was curious because I didn’t think that it would be a surprise for me, after all sports were just not my thing. Well, it turns out they were a surprise for me and he I guess because I said that I had never been to a football game, he thought I wanted to go or something. We had just been talking and when I was a kid, my father’s boss used to sometimes give him baseball tickets or basket ball tickets but I had never been to a foot ball game. I guess maybe in his mind I was showing a desire or something anyway he decided to surprise me with sports tickets, so I acted all excited and thrilled. I can tell you this much, I am not sure I will attend another football game, I think I would prefer to watch it on TV from my living room. It was cold and overcast and although everyone got excited for me going to see the Bears I wasn’t really thrilled. The strangest thing about the whole experience is unlike in baseball, in football the game just goes on quietly. When you watch on TV there is always an announcer giving you the play by play, but in person, I didn’t have a clue what was happening. I just knew that each team was trying to get the ball to the other teams end. Josh tried to explain it to me, but I just didn’t get it, it just wasn’t the same as having it announced. Not only that but my toes were numb, and I don’t care what they say about drinking hot chocolate at the game, it didn’t help and neither did that blanket we brought. It felt like the air went straight through the thing.

Anyway, needless to say, I really don’t ever intend to go to another football game, but it might be nice to get some concert tickets or something, after all my birthday will be here before you know it. Either that or some theater tickets, but I am afraid that Josh may hate that as much as I hated the football game, maybe more. But the one good thing is he may be miserable, but he won’t be freezing.