Tim and I tailgating before the Iowa/Northwestern game.
However, one couple behind us is a little less than pleasant. It's pretty much a steady barrage of complaints about:
- the other team,
- the music played during the game,
- the marching bands (both the visiting and home team),
- selection of music played by the marching bands,
- the weather,
- the officials,
- people who cheer too loud,
- fans who don't cheer enough,
- how much room they don't have in the stadium (but then bitch about others who leave the game early which gives them more room!),
- fans on the Jumbotron ("What a dork!" was just one of her rude comments last Saturday).
Their constant bellyaching and criticism has caused me to look good and hard at myself. Do I sound like that too? At times, yes. Ouch! I'm not proud of that. I certainly don't want to be remembered as the hater or complainer. Arrogance isn't pretty, and seriously - I want to be pretty!
So in this month of thankfulness they've reminded me of a few football season blessings. I'm grateful:
- there are strong, young people to play the game,
- I have eyes to watch it,
- I have ears to hear the music and rousing cheers,
- there are vibrant, talented young people to play, march in the bands and inspire me with their gift of music,
- for the 70,585 fans that Kinnick Stadium holds,
- that as of right now the Hawks are 9-1,
- for the camaraderie of old friends and new ones.
You get what I'm saying... ;)
GO HAWKS - and don't hate, appreciate!