Redskins
For years and years, I have talked about putting up a blog about the Redskins. Not necessarily about the game per se, but about everything around it. The form of the Redskinnettes (I am obsessed with their skill set, which varies dramatically year to year), the price of the food, whether the chicken fingers are made of real chicken or that foam stuff (this too varies from year to year), and just general griping about Dan Snyder. . . and I have never gotten around to it.
Right here, right now, that's all about to change. My first official Redskins game report. Steve and I went to Fed Ex field for the Redskins/Dolphins game yesterday. Mom babysat. This was the longest we've left Ben so far -- a solid 5 hours. It was a nice afternoon off for us. Steve and I drove over to the field with the convertible top down. From our new house, it's only a 30 minute drive which was glorious. It was a beautiful, sunny, breezy day.
But the best part of the games, and what keeps me going to them, is the fact that I have grown to love the people who sit around us. On my left sit Rob and Steve -- each had a second child in the last few months -- and on my right sits Marcus and his father. Marcus is a doctor in Arizona who grew up in DC and flies in for four games a season. Rob and Steve also only come to four games a season, so I often coordinate to make sure I'm at the same games with all of them, as their commentary are part of the joy of the experience for me.
So, guess what we talked about? Rob told me all about his days on paternity leave, and how his daughter will only sleep if she's on his shoulder while he's standing. The moment he sits down she cries. We also talked about where the good public schools are. Steve told me about how his newest child isn't a problem, it's the two-year old who's being tough ("We're putting him up on e-bay," he said.) Marcus talked to me about how he got to help deliver his 18-month-old daughter and about how his wife, pregnant with their third, has started craving potato chips. . . with chopped pig lips on them.
Yes,I spent the entire game discussing parenting issues . . . Hail to the Redskins!
(Oh, yeah: The 'Skins won the game. The cheerleaders were, as it happens, in fine form, and the chicken fingers at the new Snyder-owned Johnny Rockets were, hallelujah, all real. Ooh, and the milkshakes fantastic.)
Right here, right now, that's all about to change. My first official Redskins game report. Steve and I went to Fed Ex field for the Redskins/Dolphins game yesterday. Mom babysat. This was the longest we've left Ben so far -- a solid 5 hours. It was a nice afternoon off for us. Steve and I drove over to the field with the convertible top down. From our new house, it's only a 30 minute drive which was glorious. It was a beautiful, sunny, breezy day.
But the best part of the games, and what keeps me going to them, is the fact that I have grown to love the people who sit around us. On my left sit Rob and Steve -- each had a second child in the last few months -- and on my right sits Marcus and his father. Marcus is a doctor in Arizona who grew up in DC and flies in for four games a season. Rob and Steve also only come to four games a season, so I often coordinate to make sure I'm at the same games with all of them, as their commentary are part of the joy of the experience for me.
So, guess what we talked about? Rob told me all about his days on paternity leave, and how his daughter will only sleep if she's on his shoulder while he's standing. The moment he sits down she cries. We also talked about where the good public schools are. Steve told me about how his newest child isn't a problem, it's the two-year old who's being tough ("We're putting him up on e-bay," he said.) Marcus talked to me about how he got to help deliver his 18-month-old daughter and about how his wife, pregnant with their third, has started craving potato chips. . . with chopped pig lips on them.
Yes,I spent the entire game discussing parenting issues . . . Hail to the Redskins!
(Oh, yeah: The 'Skins won the game. The cheerleaders were, as it happens, in fine form, and the chicken fingers at the new Snyder-owned Johnny Rockets were, hallelujah, all real. Ooh, and the milkshakes fantastic.)
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