Hey, remember that movie Road Trip where a group of friends hop in a car and drive cross country? Well, today, I experienced my own abbreviated version – minus the scene in which someone gets served a piece of french toast that took a ride down the back of somebody’s pants (although, to be fair, I can’t vouch for that stadium pulled pork sandwich).
This morning, Ivon, Lawren, Rob and I hit the road at 8:00 a.m. sharp and made the drive to Seattle in a little under two and a half hours.
We were there, of course, to take in the big game pitting the hometown Seahawks against Rob’s perennially underachieving Dallas Cowboys. But Rob had high hopes for his Cowboys coming off their upset week one win over the Superbowl champion New York Giants. Maybe, just maybe, this is the season they’ll show some consistency and live up to their potential (spoiler alert: no, it isn’t).
We parked and walked over to the stadium where we checked out the various food stalls. Our first stop:
The tacos were quite good. Even though there was a line-up, it moved quickly. And there was this guy to keep us entertained while we waited:
Then, we headed inside to check out the concession stands inside the stadium. I have to say, I was very disappointed. I was expecting a little more variety. And, quite frankly, a lot more tastiness. The pulled pork sandwich was dry and the sausage sampler was only one third successful. The cheese nachos suffered from a woefully uneven cheese to nacho ratio:
And, for dessert, I had one of those average chocolate-covered ice-creams on a stick. I regret not having waited in line for the donuts.
Our seats were in the 300 section so named because it is located approximately 300 feet below the mesosphere. Perhaps more alarming than the thinning air was how incredibly steep the seating. I imagine many a drunken fan has taken a loooong ride down those steps.
We were in the standing-room-only section. By that, I mean that even though we had seats, everyone in our section elected to stand for most of the game, forcing us to stand in order to see what was going on.
Boy, Seattle fans are dedicated. And LOUD!!!!
Fortunately, they only screamed like this whenever Dallas had the ball. Or whenever the Seahawks did something good. Which was most of the time.
As for the game itself – well, it wasn’t much of a game. The Cowboys fumbled the opening kick-off – and it was downhill from there.
The game and the food may have been disappointing, but the high point was easily the cheerleaders who we got to see a lot of on the big screen – jumping and dancing and smiling. I’m not sure, but I think I spotted CNN’s Nancy Grace among the boisterous pompom wielders. I said to Ivon that dating a cheerleader must be great because they all seem so happy all the time.
We headed out as the clock was ticking down on the Cowboys’ 27-7 defeat, then stopped off for another round of tacos before piling back into the car and driving back to Vancouver.
In the end, great fun was had by all. With the exception of the Cowboys.
And my Snow Monkeys who lost this weekend and now wallow in the misery of a 0-2 record heading into next weekend’s match-up against the equally winless Running Dead managed by Ivon Bartok.