From the 500 section of the north side of the stadium, it was a beautiful view Sunday. The sky was clear, the water was blue, and the wind was dotting the lake with whitecaps which would occasionally burst open on the breakwater. A few boats idled about, and in the distance solitary planes would slide by. It was serene, peaceful.
Much in contrast to my seat about 100 feet away, since from there I could see the field.
Perhaps due to tailgating hard in preparation for what I knew was inevitably coming, I was angry before I even entered the stadium. I knew what I was about to see. And my anger didn't abate once the game began. I became The Guy That Everyone Hates - you know, the guy that sits there all pissy making disparaging comments and spewing "See?" and "I told you so" after each of his negative predictions comes true. I'm fairly certain that everyone in my section wanted to kill me. I hate that guy too, but even as I was doing it, I couldn't stop it. I came in expecting more of the same fucking garbage that I'd been forced to behold for the last decade and a half, and there they were, giving it to me, shoving it down my throat. It made me FURIOUS. I honestly cannot remember being so angry at a sporting event.