Tuesday, 11-28-00; 12:24 AM
Sunday Recap, With Approximate Times:
4:00 AM - 5:30 AM: I enjoyed a cool hour and a half of sleep.
5:30 AM: I rolled out of bed, dressed, took various drugs, etc. The cat was excited by people being so active at a strange time of day. She ran around the house and attacked random objects.
6:00 AM - 8:30 AM: Mom, my aunt and I drove to St. Louis. I was able to tune out most of their conversation, but was not able to get any more sleep.
8:30 AM - 9:45 AM: We hung around Eric and Shannon's house, waiting for Grandma to get ready to go home and Townsend and Michael to get ready for the Rams game. In the meantime, Eric and Shannon told us about their trip to Vegas. It turns out that Grandma lost that $800 at Treasure Island. She must have been plundered.
9:45 AM-ish: Michael, Townsend and I left for the game. We made a stop at a buffet for breakfast (they had no orange juice!), and got to the stadium around 11:00.
11:00 AM: We parked in a cheap lot that was located insanely far away from The Dome, and had to walk a while. I normally wouldn't mind that much, but it was cold and I couldn't breathe well to begin with, so it was a miserable time. We were given some very exciting Kurt Warner cards outside of the stadium. Once inside, we found that our seats were on the top level, five rows from the back. It wasn't bad, though - they were on the side of the field, rather than head on, and we were next to the announcers booth. Michael's wondering whether John Madden was nervous about how high up he was led to a many a pointless musing involving John Madden (for example, we wondered if the ringing phone we heard was a call for Madden, and if he would rather sit in the extra seat we had) that kept us entertained until they started the pre-game fun. (We also longed for Ditka, but that was a little different.) One guy won a $500 gift certificate from Target for catching three parachuting footballs in a shopping cart!
12:00 PM: Game time. Things were looking bad from the beginning, when the Saints onside kicked to get control of the ball (which, oddly, Townsend predicted would happen just after the coin toss) and quickly took the lead. Things didn't get much better - the Rams fumbled several times, Green threw at least one interception that I can remember, and there were 14 penalties against them (including a truly thrilling 47-yard pass interference call). The receivers seemed incapable of catching the ball, and Trent Green seemed to think the best thing to do when you have to move two yards for the touchdown is to stand there for a while, and let the opposing team push you back a few yards before you eventually fumble. The "defense" was even more nonexistent than usual. It was all very sad.
After we left the game, we got stuck in a lovely traffic jam. After a while, we noticed that we were behind John Madden's traveling bus. Once we got to the interstate, we ended up next to the bus, and they cut us off! It was a thrill.
Contrary to what that all sounded like, it was a pretty good day. It would have been better if I could breathe, wasn't tired, and the Rams hadn't sucked, but what can you do?
Random Quotage, Which Will Amuse Only Me:
"At this rate, we might get to the game by half-time." "Go, Rams!"
"You're MY Ditka..."
"And now, the Southwestern Bell National Anthem! Without their sponsorship, we couldn't afford a National Anthem."
"Give it to The Incredible Holc!"
"I think they've all been drinking. And they forget to eat the Chunky Soup."
"KILL TRENT GREEN!"
"Townsend, she was crippled."
"Wow! We were just cut off by John Madden!"
I spent most of Monday sleeping. I went to bed at 11:00 PM Sunday, woke at 3:00 AM, went back to sleep at 7:00, and got up at 2:00 PM. (At 6:00 AM, I ventured out of my room to watch a Clueless rerun with the cat. She was lonely.) My breathing hasn't been awful today, but I'm starting to get panicked and shaky from the drugs. I'm not sure what's more unpleasant.
(This daily health/sleep report brought to you by MTOC.)
Mom put up the Christmas tree. We're not sure why the red lights don't work.
We need Christmas Crunch.
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