well would you look at the time

i took the day off today so i could have a four day weekend and when i started my coffee i thought to my self "maybe i'll post to my blog" and then another thought came to me "has it been a year yet?". and it has. a week ago last year i started the experiment of blogging. yeah me!!!!! whoo hooooo!!!. even though i haven't written everyday or every week i think i have written every month. i am proud of myself.

last night brad and i went to a preseason titan's game. his name was drawn at work for free tickets. luckily our employers are football and hockey fans and tickets are given away frequently. another bonus for us was a parking pass for lot A.

i would just like to say that i don't really care for football. i prefer hockey. i don't care for the crowds and the rush of everything. or the small and uncomfortable seats. in order to avoid the bad rush you need to arrive a couple of hours early before the game. and as the time ticks before the start of the game i play a little game inside my head. as i feel the tension and uneasyness growing from not knowing what is going on and being around that much energy and also not really getting into the football stadium scene i start to contemplate if this is what hell is like. ( i do this a lot and i don't believe in hell) the cyclical movement of waiting for hours for the game to start. not really being into it. feeling anxious and wishing that there was something else to do beside drinking. and just when kick off happens. boom. you are right back where you started. feeling anxious and out of your element. hell=repetition.

once the game starts i feel a little better. at least something is happening. and the titans won. at least they were winning when we left with 6 min left in the game. and i don't remember the guys name but #17 of the titans is a fast little fucker.

however, brad loves football and i hope he enjoyed himself.

one thing i do enjoy about sporting events is the national anthem. i feel a huge amount of pride when everyone stands to honor our flag. reguardless of how i feel about the people in charge of our great nation, when the "star spangled banner" is played there is a collective energy with a focus to celebrate the land that we live in. when i was growing up everyone put their hands on their hearts. i remember that if i didn't do that my mother would have hit me and reminded where my right hand should go. i have noticed that not everyone does that now. i think it's a little sad but that's just a reflection of a different generation.

i also sing along and i can honestly say that i have never made it through without crying, the lines that really get me are

"And the rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there;
O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave"

here's to another year!