We engaged in many of the rituals of football obsession.
Walking a mile to the stadium because we wanted cheap parking:
And sitting in the upper deck of the stadium (this is where true fans sit, after all):
Unfortunately, Chris was not raised as well as I was, so he's a . . . *shudder* . . . Tampa Bay fan.
We had a great time. We yelled until we were hoarse, tried not to throw things, and jumped out of our seats so much that I may have re-aggravated my knee (injured, if you'll remember, when I took that celebratory leap into the kitchen wall). Mostly we just had a good time spending the afternoon together.
And I continued to prove that I will take knitting anywhere, though not much was accomplished.
Who won the game? You don't want to know.