We Almost Got Tackled

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My first Jacksonville Jaguars game!

And I was cheering for The Colts.

Not, like, loudly or anything. But BoyToy, having been hatched in The Hoosier State nearly 3 decades ago, is a die hard horse fan. And we are married and everything, so I'm sort of guilty by association. Especially when the person I'm associated with is peddling around in a blazing blue and white jersey that screams Sanders on the back.


Me, left, sporting my best Deer In Headlights Look with The Colts Fan. Classic, no? Us, right, in the stadium.

My first clue that I was wise to wear a chocolate velvet Banana Republic blazer in lieu of the child size twin jersey that Frecklehead had hunted down at the mall earlier in the day, was when we arrived to the stadium and a curly haired teenager began yelling obscenities about our Indianapolis team so vehemently out of his Cayenne's window that he nearly caused himself to vomit. All while we just shrugged and turned up the radio.

Then there was the Jaguars fan who suggested that his tailgating buddy run us over with his Suburban. So there was that.

No matter, we still had a fabulous time. Even if it did take me nearly the entire game to figure out that their mascot was not, in fact, a Care Bear. ("It's a jaguar, Kelly -- see, it sort of looks like a tiger -- get it?" "Oh. Really? Doesn't it look like a bear to you? That does not resemble a cat at all.")

So much for fitting in.

The beginning of the game. I've always thought big American flags are pretty. I'm conservative like that.

The Colts won!

I've never been impressed by box seats, but there's something to be said for televisions and a private potty.