Last night The Skimmer and I went to watch the Akron Zips play the Ohio University Bobcats. We had good seats. Well, any seat's a good seat in Akron's new stadium. It's a smallish stadium. It was a beautiful, crisp fall night and the Skimmer was thrilled to be there.
Knocking into him with my left shoulder, I said, "Honey? Are you all excited to be at the Cereal Bowl?!"
"You're mocking me!"
We were sitting behind two young Zippers. A couple in their late 20s, they were true Zip fans. Well, he was, anyway. She was a true fan of him. He was of average height and build and had a round, kind face and a big smile. He wore a Charlie Fry jersey over a yellow button down shirt. Both the tag from the shirt and from the jersey were sticking out in back, jabbing into his neck every time he'd throw his arms into the air because something exciting happened on the field. All I wanted to do was tuck those tags back in! But, I controlled myself and in between watching Akron's quarterback blow a pass or throw an interception or risk running then fumble on his own five yard line, all I did was watch Mrs. Zip admire what she considered to be the best action in the stadium.
She was a little chubby and very pretty. She had apple cheeks, pinkish sweetheart lips, and very long, brown lashes fluttering on top of light, watery blue eyes. She left during the third quarter and came back with two hot chocolates and a box of popcorn. She gave him his hot chocolate and a big kiss on the cheek before sitting down again to his right. She reached into her bag and got out a Zips winter stocking cap with a large blue and gold pom-pom on top. She plunked it down over her head quickly, tucking her medium-length, dark brown hair under the cap and behind her ears. They sat very close, drinking their hot chocolates and sharing their big box of popcorn.
He would moan and put his head in his hands when a Zip would fumble.
She would tilt her head to the left, shoulders drooping, look sorrowfully at him, then rub his back.
He would jump up and throw his right arm in the air when the Zip quarterback would (finally) complete a pass.
She'd scrunch her shoulders up quickly, smiling from ear to ear and clap her hands softly and quietly.
It would be third and seven and I could hear him saying to himself, "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon now." Then to her, "They gotta do this. I know they can do this!"
Scrunching up her shoulders again and smiling expectedly, she’d gaze at him while nodding her head up and down slowly in complete agreement.
Ah, young love. She adored him.
Walking to the car after the game, The Skimmer said, "Thanks for going to the game with me!"
I scrunched my shoulders up and looked up at him, smiling my most lovey-dovey smile, "Aw, you're welcome, honey. Anything for you." Then I bumped into him with my shoulder, knocking him a few feet to the left, "I had a great time at the Cereal Bowl!"
"You're mocking me again!"
"Whatever you say, dear."
Nicely told, BG.
And yesterday's sunny weather in Ohio was a big relief!
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Posted by: ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© | October 11, 2009 at 01:51 PM
Thanks, thunder.
Yesterday was excellent! And so is today. I need to get outside and start putting cobwebs on the bushes...
lol
Posted by: blue girl | October 11, 2009 at 01:58 PM
putting cobwebs on the bushes...
Aka helping Jennifer?
You're right. I've been sitting around watching golf on TV and loading up pictures I took yesterday. But it's too nice an afternoon to waste, I'm going to go out and take some more.
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Posted by: ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© | October 11, 2009 at 02:18 PM
Thunder- even I, spider-fearer, put webs on the bushes and one really large fake spider. Ok, I put the webs on, but have someone else put the spider on.
BG- the game sounds nice. Glad the weather obliged.
Posted by: Jennifer | October 11, 2009 at 06:41 PM