It’s That Time Again

Yesterday was our first match of the season. Ticket partner and I planned to go early so we could get our picture taken with The Cup but as soon as we ate our pizza, drank our beer and sat in the sunshine, we completely forgot about it.

It’s worth noting here that we arrive at the match ridiculously early. Why? I have no idea but that’s the way we do it.

My spouse was able to secure a ticket to the match and he wasn’t about to go sit in the seats so early so he wandered around the stadium checking out the other food and drink options and taking photos. He texts me a picture of him with The Cup.

Oh no! I wanted MY picture with The Cup. At this point it was 30 minutes before the match would start. If the stadium was a clock and we were sitting at 6, the Cup was at 2. But you can only go around to that part of the stadium the long way. AND the concourse was completely packed.

Luckily, ticket partner has to hurry through a lot of airports so he cut the trail and I hurried after him. When we made it to the line he said: I’m surprised you kept up.

But I was committed. I also needed the cardio.

So here it is. I look like the Pillsbury Do’h! Boy because I have so many layers on. Ticket partner looks like he’s about to go to the firing squad.

I was disappointed I couldn’t touch it. There were two police officers there so it didn’t seem worth the risk.

In other news, I bought a new phone holder for match days. Remember I wrote about my old phone holder and then I tried to make a new phone holder but failed. I couldn’t find a good one. I guess not many people want to wear their phone around their neck. I don’t love the one that I bought. It’s pretty flimsy.

The way the case is cut, it makes me press the side buttons when I don’t want to so I tried to take photos and instead changed the volume. Or I don’t know what I was doing. I think I have some movies and unplanned panorama shots. I got home with 216 pictures and most of them are awful.

We lucked out, it didn’t rain until the last 5 minutes but that rain wanted to make sure we noticed. It went from spitting to drizzle to droplets to gusting splash. I was glad for all those layers.

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