Apparently some player on the Miami Dolphins just did something terribly wrong. "You suck, Jordan," barked the peeved dude right behind me.
The game was off to a dawdling start. Plenty of running and helmet crashing, but few completions and a fair amount of generalized blundering. The first quarter was over without any points on the board.
Enter the Miami Dolphins cheerleaders. "Mom, dad is looking at the cheerleaders," my daughter finds it important to divulge. But aren't we all? Come on!
Meanwhile, in the time it took me to drain a single $8 can of Bud Light, the two super fans in front of me, in well-worn Dolphins jerseys and caps, had worked their way through at least four Heinekens apiece. One of them kept turning around to high-five me. That's cool. The best part was when he and his buddy held up their beers for a selfie. Not a selfie of themselves with their beers. A selfie of their beers. Just their beers.
"Next time put some freakin' arc on the ball," pipes up the guy behind me when a pass doesn't measure up to his standards.
I must say this game, a pre-season Dolphins vs. Falcons matchup at the Citrus Bowl, was big fun and certainly a unique opportunity for my family, given that NFL action is rare in Orlando. Everyone was in the sporting mood until ... just seconds into the third quarter ... wait for it ... "I want to go home," my little girl pleads softly, leaning her head against my shoulder. "I'm tired, and I'm tired of all this."
The game was off to a dawdling start. Plenty of running and helmet crashing, but few completions and a fair amount of generalized blundering. The first quarter was over without any points on the board.
Enter the Miami Dolphins cheerleaders. "Mom, dad is looking at the cheerleaders," my daughter finds it important to divulge. But aren't we all? Come on!
Meanwhile, in the time it took me to drain a single $8 can of Bud Light, the two super fans in front of me, in well-worn Dolphins jerseys and caps, had worked their way through at least four Heinekens apiece. One of them kept turning around to high-five me. That's cool. The best part was when he and his buddy held up their beers for a selfie. Not a selfie of themselves with their beers. A selfie of their beers. Just their beers.
"Next time put some freakin' arc on the ball," pipes up the guy behind me when a pass doesn't measure up to his standards.
I must say this game, a pre-season Dolphins vs. Falcons matchup at the Citrus Bowl, was big fun and certainly a unique opportunity for my family, given that NFL action is rare in Orlando. Everyone was in the sporting mood until ... just seconds into the third quarter ... wait for it ... "I want to go home," my little girl pleads softly, leaning her head against my shoulder. "I'm tired, and I'm tired of all this."
