For the second time ever, I attended a professional football game. One of my sisters had graciously invited my other sister, her son, our father and me to use four of their Redskin season tickets.
Normally, my sister cheered for the Redskins…except for when they played the Cowboys. I’d attended my first pro football game in Dallas over ten years ago. I can’t remember who the Cowboys had played. Or even if they won.
Since I’m not a sports fan, I truly didn’t care who won. Just being there was a terrific, novel activity. Rarely do I watch sports on TV.
Being there in the flesh made the game enjoyable.The teacher in me didn’t like how the Redskins fans booed when the Cowboys came on the field.
We’d arrived much earlier than necessary since luck was on our side as far as traffic and parking were concerned.
Of all the fanatics around, the guy with the “Jesus Hates the Cowboys” T-shirt was the closest to us.
Once the game began, the stadium rapidly filled, the rain began to drizzle and the Cowboys beat the Redskins 44 to 17.