Pam and I are going up to Charlottesville today for the
UVA vs. UR football game. We have friends, Rob and Dodie Whitt, who have season
tickets. It will be hot and muggy with a strong chance of thunderstorms by game
time (3:00) and Pam hates football about as much as ISIS hates infidels.
That’s not entirely true since she doesn’t actually
want all football fans beheaded, but she can only maintain interest in any
sporting event for about five minutes, bless her heart. Now that I think about
it, that isn’t entirely true either. She loves figure skating. That’s a sport,
right? Yes, we have spent many a winter evening together marveling at the grace
and beauty of all those triple toe loops and Sal chows. Oh, and she does watch
the Little League World Series because the boys are “so adorable.”
But that’s about it on the sports front. About the only
thing she hates more than football is being hot. I speak here of the
temperature, not her drop dead beauty. Being from Maine has instilled in my wife
a thermostat that is permanently set on 70. Add sauna room humidity to the heat
and she feels as if she is in Hell.
So, today she gets to look forward to her two least
favorite things in the entire world! On a positive note, Dodie is one of her
favorite people and always a blast to be around. There’s the tailgating part which
gives her some food to prepare and organize. Who knows, by the time the kickoff
comes around she might find that she has gotten swept up in the buzz, thrill
and excitement of big time college football. No, wait…this is UVA we’re talking
about, where the fans enter the stadium midway through the first period, leave
at halftime and don’t return until the fourth quarter, it at all. These are
fans who instead of tearing down the goalpost in a fury of exultation, sing
songs after each score.
My University of Richmond Spiders, of Division 1-AA
fame will do our best to compete, and if the past is any teacher, will give the
Cavaliers a battle. I’ll be wearing my Spiders gear, while Pam will be in denim
shorts and a sleeveless orange top, not because she is a Cavalier fan but
because all of her red things are “just too hot!”
I will thoroughly enjoy myself. Rob and I will talk
sports all afternoon. Rumor has it that he has a Cuban cigar waiting for me.
After this day I will
owe my wife BIG TIME.
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