I have a confession.....
.....I hate football.
C and I are in the middle of planning a mini vacation. He has the weekend of the American Thanksgiving off of work, so it was decided that I was going to take it off as well, and we were going to do something. Initially, C and my brother were talking about going to the cottage for a weekend again with some friends. Realistically, this was a really bad idea. My cottage is small, like 2 bedrooms, a kitchen, bathroom and living room small. Going in the summer means people sleep in tents. Going in the winter means sharing rooms, and sticking 10-12 people with enough drama on a normal day in the same 4 rooms for 5 days.....not going to happen. So I told Chris as much, and expressed that I would prefer to use my vacation time on spending some quality time with just him (we both still live with our parents, so privacy is not something we currently enjoy.) He agreed, and then came home with an elaborate plan.....I had NO idea what I was getting myself into....
So here's the plan: We leave Wednesday November 24th and head to Detroit. Keeping in mind that this is on my insistence, the boys original plan was to leave at 3ish Thursday morning, drive to Detroit for the football game, then leave Detroit that night, saving us spending money on another hotel. I made it quite clear that if he wanted a pleasant girlfriend at said game he better make sure I have a good nights sleep and a shower in the morning. I won. So we will be in Detroit from Wednesday night until Thursday afternoon, for a football game (don't ask me who is playing...I have absolutely no idea....I would assume Detroit???) Thursday we are driving to Eerie Pennsylvania. This part I'm actually really excited for. I have been to Pennsylvania before and I know it has amazing shopping. We are leaving Eerie Sunday morning and driving to Buffalo for yet ANOTHER football game, after which we will drive home for me to be in class on Monday.
Now don't get me wrong, I have nothing against football fans. In fact, I find them very passionate people who love their sport. I just don't get it. Hockey is much more simple. Shoot puck, puck goes in net, 1 point.
There are SO many rules to football and I just can't follow it. Believe me I've tried. C watches football every Sunday. I typically fall asleep or read a book. Don't hate me.
I'm not sure how I got roped into all of this, but apparently at the end of November I will not only be attending my first football game, but my first two. Any tips to make me like or understand this sport would be greatly appreciated.
Oh and I'm very excited because my wonderful fiance (yes he's still wonderful even if he tricked me into attending his stupid sporting event) surprised me with this yesterday night:
The boy definitely knows what I like!!