Ravens vs Colts

Back when I went to the first pre-season game it was suggested that I go to a regular season.  The Colts were still available and that was the game to go to.  Mainly because of the rivalry after Indianapolis stole the Baltimore Colts.  I never will look at a Mayflower moving van the same way.

I got up early, fed the horses, and took a shower.  When I dressed, I knew exactly what I wanted to wear.  Team Smitty T-shirt on the bottom.  The Ravens long sleeved shirt that I got for John for Christmas in the middle.  The Jersey that John got me for Christmas on top.  Luckily, I managed to pull off the look without appearing like some child wearing 20 layers before going out to play in the snow.

John’s Aunt watched Nathaniel and from what I hear the two of them had a marvelous day.  Nathaniel was appropriately dressed in a Ravens jersey as well.

I had my first tailgating experience.  Mmmm… delicious.  I’m not a drinker or a party person, but it was fun to do something different and hang out with adults.  I didn’t have to spoon feed anybody and everybody was capable of getting food into their mouths and not requiring me to wipe food off of their noses.

Tailgating

The girls- Karen, Kari, & Me

After fun, merriment, and full tummies, we headed in to watch the game.

Before we went to our seats there was a stop at the ladies room.  I had to smile and think of John.

When John was interested in purchasing the PSLs he was big time trying to sell me on the idea.  I’d never been to a game.  I thought the PSLs and tickets were way too expensive.  Club level is for the upper-crust… I’m firmly in the filling layer.  On the flip side.  John had been diagnosed stage III and I never wanted to interfere with dreams.  I didn’t want him to ever be dying and say, “I wish I’d gotten the Ravens PSLs like I wanted…”  Without dreams… what are we?

John had stopped by the stadium on his way home from work to see the seats.  When he came home he had a glow on his face and was so excited to tell me about them.

He told me about the nice heated lounges… how the seats were under an overhang and would be protected from the weather… and how close our section was to the ladies bathroom…

I never argued with John about the tickets… he wanted them so badly.  If we could make it work then it was fine with me.  We got a loan and I was supposed to get fence out of the arrangement, but that is still yet to happen.

Smiling thinking of John

Somewhere I see some irony… John… the john… lol…

John was a thinking… he did things on his own time and thought them through.  Sometimes, I appreciated it.  Sometimes, it would drive me batty.  Now, I miss it…

Me in our seats

The view

Sadly, John never got to use his tickets of course if I’m right, he has the best seat in the house.

John certainly didn’t help the Ravens out today.  But, if I know my husband, his answer would be… they need to do it on their own.  They shouldn’t need my help.

The game was exciting.  We lost by two points.  Had we played better we could have won.  Had they played better they could have won by more.  You win some and you lose some– in life an on the football field.  But, even when you loose it doesn’t mean that you can’t enjoy the experience– on the football field and in life…

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About Mary K. Smith

I was widowed in July 2009, when I lost my beloved husband, John, to melanoma. Cancer SUCKS. We have a young son who was just a year old when his father died. I live on a small farm in Maryland which is home to horses, cats, and a dog. I started this blog as a way for me to heal, a way to remember my husband, and eventually I'd like to share it with our son so he can see the love that his father had for him, the love that we had for each other, what a great person his father was, and how hard his father fought to live.
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