"Houston…we have a problem…"

And that problem is a pirate.

I’m all about risk taking. Gambling even – if you know the odds are in your favor.

But, Saturday night – was not a time to gamble.

The pirate I speak of is Coach Leach of my beloved Texas Tech Red Raiders. I bleed Red and Black and am slowly brainwashing – erm – introducing Tech to Izzy.

So – Craig had it all planned. He knew I needed a day away. He knew that a way to my heart was for me to stare at men play with a ball in tights – and let me yell until I was hoarse. He set it up – bought tickets from my Dad for the Tech game vs Houston, booked a hotel room and even set up sitters to come with us so I could go to the game and Isabelle would be looked after. Our sitters – my wonderful mother in law!!

We head down to Houston around Isabelle’s morning nap. I nursed her as usual at 8am and figure she’d be alright in her carseat until at least 11am – since that’s our daily routine with Stroller Strides.

Little did I know it would take over an hour to load up the car with 1 suitcase, 3 bags, 1 Pack n’ Play, 1 Boppy, and a partridge in a pear tree….

Traveling with a baby is a lot of work. I am all about accessories – cute diamond studs (ha – more like the C-Z – cubic zurconium), a fancy bag from Forever 21….but a baby needs a lot of gear!

Diapers, bottles, wipes, extra clothes, blankets, toys, binkies….the list went on forever.

But we got into the car – made it Houston alive and with only a little bit of fussing.

I got all dolled up for the game – hey -it’s still a night out! I put on a pair of jeans and my Tech shirt – thinking maybe there would be a chill in the air. I washed AND dried AND flat ironed my hair. I put on makeup – woo hoo!

We get to University of Houston. What a cluster-F! No signs on where to park since the other lots were full. We pretty much ended up on the other side of the school and walked for about 20 minutes – in 90 degrees and about 200% humidity. I smelled great by the time we got to the stadium.

We found our seats. We sat next to Lisa – my new buddy from Stroller Strides, her husband and her Dad. I’ve only known Lisa for a few weeks so I wasn’t sure how to break it to her that Craig and I were crazy fans. The kind of fans that shout profanities at the refs, yell at the top of our lungs and truly believe that OUR voice makes a difference. I tried to figure out a way to break it to her that after the game and after she’d seen how I behave at a Tech game – that she’d want to break up with me – end our embryonic friendship – because yes blog readers – I am THAT obnoxious.

BUT – she turned to me first and said “we’re kind of loud” – as I heard her husband Brad shout the fight song.

{Insert Angels singing from Heaven}

Thank God – other rowdy fans! We were good to go!

The game was a nail biter but lasted forever. It took 1 hour to play a 15 minute quarter…why can’t my time with Isabelle go that slow!

Tech was up 28 to 23 and had marched down the field to 1 yard line. It was 4th down…Lisa and I kept on saying- just kick the field goal. KICK THE D@MN field goal!!! Lisa and me – two ladies in the stands who sing songs to our little girls, make meals and keep house – the TRUE voice of reason for Tech…but…

{Enter in the Pirate aka Coach Leach}

Ugh – the risk taker – decided to go for it on 4th and 1 instead of kicking the D@MN field goal.
The decision that would potentially kill Tech’s chance of winning.

I traveled 4 hours to Houston, sat in the back seat like Driving Miss Daisy with Isabelle, sweated my @$ off from 8pm – 12am…to watch my team lose.

Sucks…

On a positive note – I think I sweated off 5 lbs while at the game – so I decided to eat chips, pizza (minus the cheese of course) and dessert today….

I win :-)

Isabelle is waving her Guns Up!

Excuse me? I have to sit in this car seat for – how long??

Craig and Iz – her first hotel stay!

Abuela and Isabelle

me and Lisa

Comments

  1. I did the exact same thing at the game EXCEPT I arrived at the FIRST tailgate at 3 in the afternoon,then arrived at the "ACTUAL" tailgate at 4 in the afternoon, had multiple visits to the porta potties, endured several strange stares followed by comments such as "oh my gosh she's really pregnant" AND stayed to the bitter end of the game…all above referenced tasks completed while I was 9 months pregnant!

    I beat you in the fan department!!!

  2. Lisa Parsons says:

    What a game…we tried but they just wouldn't listen, huh? I used to sit in the back with Claire too! It made me car sick but it's so much easier to be back there when they start to fuss!