Game Day Attire
Want to know what I’m going to wear to the first football game?
It won’t be a winter coat.
When Coach and I were first dating, he invited me & my little brother to attend a game. It was mid-November in Pennsylvania, the air was cold, but the sun was shining. As we got out of my car outside the stadium, my brother announced that he wouldn’t be needing his coat. He thought his three layers would be enough. As his older & wiser sister, I saved him a trip by offering to carry his coat. So, wearing two pairs of pants, two shirts, a wool sweater, two pairs of socks, boots, my coat, a hat, and now carrying my brother’s coat and a wool blanket, we retrieved our tickets and found a seat in the stadium. Two minutes after kick-off, someone thought he might like to have his coat after all. By half-time, we were so cold we were practically sitting on top of each other wrapped like a sibling burrito in the wool blanket. Coldest darn day of my life.
Fast forward to the next football season and I was sitting on hot, metal bleachers in Virginia with MerMer. We both got a sunburn. Here’s the other difference between football in the North vs. the South. Maybe it has nothing to do with geography, but our football fans like to dress up. Hair is done, makeup on, shirt is pressed, heels are high. For the last few years, I have been trying my best to also wear impractical shoes.
Last year, I really just wore whatever fit because at our season opener I was 38 weeks pregnant. Or was it 39? Either way, I was a tank. The ambulance crew got nervous when they saw me. Babycakes attended her first football game when she was just 12 days old. I kept her all bundled up in her stroller & since it was my first time out, I wanted to attempt to “fit in”. Black (maternity) pants, a red sweater, & black wedges — I felt so good. By half time, I considered going barefoot. Third quarter, I was wishing I could sit. By the time we got home, my mother-in-law took care of business while I just layed on my back.
Now, this year… I am feeling incredible. I can’t wait to pick out some new spirit wear, but the impractical shoes might need to go. You can’t catch a runaway baby wearing three inch heels.
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August 13th, 2009 at 11:48 pm
I beg to differ about the 3 inch heels. I chased my 3 years old around the streets of Brooklyn in ungodly high heels earlier this year.
I love the bracelet for the game day attire. Too cute. I’ve never been to a football game in the south but plenty of them out in the B-lo and NO ONE dresses up. Unless 6 layers and a heavy down coat count as dressed up.