Today was an exceptionally awesome day for my little yellow self. Most NFL Sundays I lie behind glass doors with past ticket stubs and shot glasses. However today, November 13th I was in for a real treat. I heard the children run downstairs take me out of the case and carry me upstairs. Then as they were gathering their belongs I was included in that group! The kids and parents were all dressed appropriately in black and yellow (as was I) and bundled up headed out for a beautiful game day. I had only been out of the house one other time and that wasthe almost a whole year ago!
As we began our journey in the car the whole family was overwhelmed with excitement and energy heading to Cincinnati (which I learned after hearing the boos to all cars supporting any combination of black and orange). Driving up there we received both "boo's" and "woo-hoo's" but the excitment remained in the air. Everyone was excites including myself.
Once we arrived and parked the trek to the stadium began. Alli could see was a sea of black&yellow black&orange. One if the boys had a firm grip on me as we bobbed and weaved through the crowd. After finally finding our seats. I was immediately lifted I into the air and swung about. Everytime my team of black&yellow did something well or brilliant (as they often did) I was whirrled in the air. It was an awesome feeling to see and experience the excitement and adrenaline that through out the stadium. Especially when my team won. I felt as if I had successfully done my job.
I may be called a terrible towel, but honestly what's so terrible about me? I have and always will cheer on my team by allowing myself to be violently whirrled in the air. So I ask again, what is so terrible?
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