Best Weekend Ever Pt.2

So I believe I ended with the Dallas Cowboys are going to kick the hell out of the 49ers, right? Julius Jones looked real comfortable.... wait wait wait... I'll start from the beginning. The Super 8 Motel: high class living. We get there and the freaking airconditioner had gone AWOL and if you know me, we were at code blue. Merton (maintenance guy) moved us to the next room. So that crisis averted we moved to a new one. This new situation was a false advertising offense in the first degree. The purpose of staying in this seventh circle of hell motel was to hitch a ride on the shuttle to the stadium. Problem. No shuttle. Damn. The expedia.com ad for this hotel clearly stated the existence of a shuttle to Texas Stadium. So now what? What do I mean "what"? You know "what". We walk, take a cab, or drive ourselves. Walk? Can you imagine two Skinny Petes walking down an access road a mile and a half in 100 degree weather? Out of the question. Cab? Too expensive right? It would probably be around $10 both ways, and my ass is way too tight unless I am at Borders or Best Buy. By process of elimination my dear reader, you should be way ahead of me. We decided to drive to the stadium. Here is the funny part, we got the worst of both worlds with that decision. Confused? Let me explain. When you park at Texas Stadium, you pay $18 to park over a mile away. So our decision was triple dumb. We paid, walked, and had to F!#& around with traffic before and after the game. But none of this mattered, because we decided at the beginning of the trip that we both possessed unlimited patience and nothing could ruin this weekend. Anyway, we get in the stadium and work our way to the seats. I have never before thought that I would ever die of heat exposure until the moment we sat in our seats. For those who don't know Texas Stadium, let me enlighten you to the impending doom when one sits in section 123 during a heat wave in August. The stadium is a bad mix between an open air field and a dome. The problem is that it is not open air enough to get wind circulation, and it isn't dome enough for them to have air conditioning. There is a hole about the size of the actual field in the roof of the stadium so God can look down on his team. Between the hours of 6 and 7:30 pm the sun hits section 123 dead on. So basically I was an infant left in my car seat in the middle of the day because mommy promised she would be right back. Benjamin and I looked like we had been in the shower fully clothed for ten minutes after only thirty seconds of sitting down. It was unbelievable heat. We fixed our problem by stealing seats in section 131. The game kicked major ass in the first half. The cheerleaders were hot, the fans were excited, and the play was very exciting. Julius Jones looked very comfortable in the backfield. I think he averaged about 5 yards per carry. Terry Glenn had 3 receptions for 98 yards and a touchdown. Old man Bledsoe actually looked semi-nimble in the pocket, and the defense had an interception. The Boys were leading 17-o at half, which, unfortunately is when football games end during the preseason. In preseason football, the first half is for the guys who have jobs. The second half is for guys trying to get jobs and tends to be sloppy and less exciting. Nevertheless, I can't wait to go back in November to see Peyton Manning and the Colts come to town. After the game, Benjamin got a great picture with one of the cheerleaders (for non-believers like Cheryl and jealous men like Don please see the picture to your right). The next day we went down town to Deep Ellum. I was considering a new tattoo, but decided against it. I didn't have a defined picture in my head as to what I wanted, and I'm kind of picky about things that are going to last forever. On the way home we stopped in Southlake, Texas and stumbled on an outdoor mall that makes Utica look like Ben's ass. This place was sweet and I will give a strong reco to anyone who wants to know more about it. We ate at the Cheesecake Factory and headed home with leftovers and extra cheesecake. I dropped Benjamin off in Norman and headed home to the greatest woman a guy could ever want. Next post will be about the prospects of Virginia.