Oops, wrong game. The Patriots were in town. No, not the politicians but the football team. The Tennessee Titans were hosting the New England Patriots and Matthew had scoffed up some tickets.
First we had to drive to Nashville, park the car, walk across the Cumberland River, and climb to the nose bleed section.
Here’s the view from our seats. I was actually surprised as to how much we could actually see from way up there. The last time I had attended a Patriots game was in their old stadium in Foxboro. We were on the 20 yard line but was in a lower level which made it hard to see anything that took place at the other end of the field.
The band played on, the Mascot roused the crowd, and the Cheerleaders danced to the music.
Then the players took to the field. First the Patriots and then the Titans.
The Star Spangled Banner was sung with an honor guard made up of Nashville’s Finest, fireworks going off at “the rockets red glare”, and a fly over by the U. S. Navy’s F-18s. Impressive.
Then it was, “let the game begin”.
Half time entertainment was more live music from Country Singer Phil Vassar and the Cheerleaders taking the field once again.
And before we knew it the game was over and it was time to trudge our way back to the car with about 30,000 other fans. We were surprised how many Patriot fans were in the crowd.
Miss Judy “stood” to home and worked on the Baby Fortner quilt. It is almost complete with only the name and birthdate missing. I must say, it looks beautiful. I wish I could show you pictures but that will have to wait until the baby is born.
We think s/he may have caught wind that s/he will be born in debt and may have decided it’s warm and comfortable right where s/he is without being indebted to the U. S. Government. Sure hope s/he doesn’t decide to hang out in there until the budget is balanced ‘cause that’s going to be a long, long time – heck, “they” don’t even have a budget. Anyhow, her/his quilt is almost ready for whenever s/he decides to make the scene.
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