
Cool shot of the flyover, eh? Well, what's not so cool about it is the fact that I was OUTSIDE OF THE STADIUM TO TAKE IT!
Maybe you can chalk it up to trying to make last minute plans or that I assumed that
my TailDate had been to a game before... but I told her on Saturday night that the best way to the game is via the Chiefs Express (she's way up north and I was carpooling from the south) and that we arrive between 9-10am for the tailgate.
Just to be safe, I texted her a little before 8am to make sure that she was still going to make the game. Didn't hear back from her until almost 10am when I was pulling into the stadium parking lot. She was hungover and had no idea how to get to the game (GRRRRRR!!! That's why I texted you two hours ago!).
So, skip over the frustration and multiple phone calls part and just know that I eventually told her that she wouldn't make it before we went into the game and to forget about it. But, as I was walking into the game, she called and said she found a ride... that she's "not a quitter!" So, I felt I had no choice but to wait for her.

We made it into the game and watched the Chiefs offense blow all four tires. To make it enjoyable, we heckled "Edward" Shane Leckler and Sebastian "Twinkle Toes slash Polish Powderkeg" Janikowski. Although I must admit that I later asked Lechler if he would switch over and play QB for us (he was a backup QB in college at A&M).
Now, how will my TailDate get home? She said that she had a ride home, but that fell through. I'm not going to leave her sitting on the curb somewhere, so we decided to go someplace and wait for her ride, but then ended up just

coming home to play Rock Band 2. After some time playing, I said that I needed to get on the road to take her to her car because I was really getting tired. Her car was in a parking lot from partying the night before and when I dropped her in the lot, I ran over a mudflap with two screws poking out of it. It was a slow leak, so I nursed the car all the way back home, stopping at stations along the way to push more air back into it. Yeah, I blew all my quarters, but it was better than changing the tire out in my frustrated, tired state in the dark.
So there you have it... totally deflated. But at least I didn't play as badly as the Chiefs.