Last Sunday, I got to go to my first ever live NFL game. It wasn’t a Packer game, but hey, we can’t all be Mommy.
I missed the tailgating, because the bell choir was playing in church. We played Phantom of the Opera for the end of the service since it was Halloween. I love that music!
Anyway, I got to the parking lot just as Mr. Trizzle and his friends were packing up to head into the stadium; perfect timing. Our seats were way, way, way up top near the goal line. It would have been perfect for watching marching band. Wasn’t too bad for watching football either. I had a lot of fun watching the game with Mr. Trizzle and his friends.
I was surprised how few Raiders fans were in costumes. On tv, it looks like the fans always come dressed up, and this was Halloween! There certainly were a lot of people in Raider’s jerseys, even old Jamarcus Russell jerseys. The oddest thing to me, being from Wisconsin, was that there were open seats, and lots of them, in nearly every section. Now that’s something you’ll never see at Packer game.
It was the Raiders vs. the Seahawks and the Raiders were playing really well. Not as well as the week before when they set a scoring record and completely creamed Denver, but good enough that it wasn’t a very close game.
But the game wasn’t the most interesting thing to watch. The most interesting thing was the birds, filthy birds. Seagulls had swarmed over the parking lot as the tailgaters left their vehicles. By the middle of the third quarter, the seagulls were starting to migrate to the field.
They perched on the scoreboard at the end of the field. They swarmed around the outer edges of the field. And then, they began to swoop down into the stands. Soon, there were flocks of seagulls everywhere you looked. Worst of all, they were exactly where you didn’t want to look. Up.
By the fourth quarter, the seagulls had lost all fear. They came low, they came often. They were landing and resting on empty seats not far from people. And they had started dropping presents.
Mr. Trizzle got a small present on his trouser leg. Being the big, tough man he is, he got a napkin and took care of it. The people four rows in front of us fled after one guy got two presents. Then more people started to flee. I was getting scared. Cleaning goo out of long hair is not as easy as wiping it off a pant leg. But I was sticking it out. More people fled. We fled.
The game wasn’t over. There was a minute and half or something like that left. We traipsed down the long, winding ramps to a lower level and ducked under a covered area with open seats. The Raiders got another touch down, right before we ducked into the viewing area. We did get to see the extra point, though.
The Seahawks may have lost, but the seagulls sure won.