06-18-2017, 06:19 PM
I will never get front row seats again on the 35yd line. Picture this, I'm just kicking back drinking a BudLight draft and the players come out for pregame warmup. Everything was cool, very nice day (I would say upper 70's with a nice breeze). So, I'm sitting in my seat kinda looking forward to the day when Andy starts playing pass to warm up. I started feeling a little adrenaline rush.
I was on my 4th beer which is usually nothing. However, I started slobbering profusely. Then, I started shaking and moving around in my seat. I am focused on the perfect spiral back in forth. My excitement became a little more than I could possibly handle. Then, the most embarrassing thing happened.
I jumped the wall. I needed that ball. It was like they were playing keep-away. I ran back and fourth between those two just memorized on the ball. I was a little off my game though and found myself running sideways at times between passes. Then the horror happened.
I was being pursued by some douchebags that wore a yellow vest which read "STAFF!" They pursued me pretty hard, but I couldn't stop going after the ball for some reason. Then, some ass stepped on my tail (still contemplating a lawsuit over that shit) and wrapped me up, took me back to the 35 and handed me over to my wife. Then, actually had the ordacity to tell her to control me.
My wife giggled as she laid her beautiful eyes at me and told me to "sit!" Knowing i better be good if I expected a treat back the hotel, I obeyed her. Then we went back to hotel after the victory over the Steelers 27-0, and I got a treat. After the treat, I propped a pillow, cracked a beer and turned on the Sportscenter.
Unfortunately, I was on TV in the "Come on man." Segment. I got so distraught I pissed on the carpet (sorry Embassy Suites).
I was on my 4th beer which is usually nothing. However, I started slobbering profusely. Then, I started shaking and moving around in my seat. I am focused on the perfect spiral back in forth. My excitement became a little more than I could possibly handle. Then, the most embarrassing thing happened.
I jumped the wall. I needed that ball. It was like they were playing keep-away. I ran back and fourth between those two just memorized on the ball. I was a little off my game though and found myself running sideways at times between passes. Then the horror happened.
I was being pursued by some douchebags that wore a yellow vest which read "STAFF!" They pursued me pretty hard, but I couldn't stop going after the ball for some reason. Then, some ass stepped on my tail (still contemplating a lawsuit over that shit) and wrapped me up, took me back to the 35 and handed me over to my wife. Then, actually had the ordacity to tell her to control me.
My wife giggled as she laid her beautiful eyes at me and told me to "sit!" Knowing i better be good if I expected a treat back the hotel, I obeyed her. Then we went back to hotel after the victory over the Steelers 27-0, and I got a treat. After the treat, I propped a pillow, cracked a beer and turned on the Sportscenter.
Unfortunately, I was on TV in the "Come on man." Segment. I got so distraught I pissed on the carpet (sorry Embassy Suites).
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