Season Opener...

Saturday was eventful to say the least.  Where to even start?

My dear, sweet, husband had worked his hardest to secure a place for us to stay as a family after the ballgame.  On our way into town, we decided to find it and check it out. Well, let's just say that after seeing it, I was extremely skeptical, and that's an understatement.  I think what I actually said was, "I hope nobody's cooking crystal meth next door."  Seriously.  Not exaggerating.  Not even a little. 

However...maintaining Anthony's gameday mentality is a must.  It's what he lives for, and I didn't want to ruin the day.  I can deal with just about anything for one night, right? It's okay if there are stray animals on a gravel road with dirty diapers in the driveway--I can deal.  I just kept telling myself that.    

Moving on.  Sam's performance was pretty darn good.  Except for the fact that we've been working on potty-training, and he chose Saturday to have stomach issues.  TMI.  I know.  He really was great.  He loves a cowbell, and he loves Bully, so Saturday was a great day for him.  He ate an inordinate amount of sweets, but that's no real surprise. 

Anthony went into the game and left the 2 of us at our tailgate to watch the game there.  I got to see us come out of the tunnel, and then....kids throwing a football knocked over the satellite.  I didn't get to see the game at all.  Ask me how unhappy I was.  Just ask me. 

I'll tell you.  I was furious.  We had warned them multiple times to watch out, but they didn't seem to care.  And they were old enough to know better.  I was bitter to say the least.

Anthony came out at the half to get some tylenol for a headache, and we decided that we would leave a check for the people whose house we rented, mess up the sheets, and head home after the game.  Thank. The. Lord. 

It was a long day with some complications, but Sam was great, the Dawgs played well, and I didn't have to stay in a crack-house.  Pretty good day.