I woke up feeling a little fragile, but mostly, I was excited. Today was the day I’d be watching my first real American football game (sorry Canyon), and also the day I will introduce Steph to rugby. The fact that it was Wales V Fiji didn’t hurt, either.
We popped to Hy-Vee to stock up on supplies and pick up a few things we didn’t get at Wal-Mart earlier in the week. I managed to finally find some decent cheese there (imported Welsh cheddar, made in Crickhowell, no less) – as a result of this, I decided to not be greedy and leave these on the shelf:
After calling back into Wal-Mart on the way home to get our supporters’ shirts, we headed for the game.
Many thanks go to Scott Waltman, who holds season tickets and made it possible for me to see my first football game… and how! Six rows up on the 50 yard line! The band began with a medley of American music, including the Star Spangled Banner, of course.
The players took to the field…
…and I was too busy enjoying myself and trying to follow the game to take any more photos. Despite all my apprehension, I picked it up pretty easily and by the end of the first quarter I was well into it. It’s definitely a slower game than anything I’m used to (the clock stops and play resets every time the ball carrier is downed, so even though there are a total of sixty minutes of play the game can last up to four hours) but it held my attention. Nick’s Hamburger Shop had a food truck there, so I got a bag of burgers at half time. This is a bag of burgers with my name on it:
The twelve-year-old in me found this amusing (more of him later):
Here’s a quick snap of me and Steph supporting the team (who actually lost 38-28, but it was still a damn good match):
Go big! Go blue! GO JACKS!!
After the game, we had a few hours to kill until the rugby match (kick off was at midnight our time) so we went downtown for a beer or two. We tried one in a bar called Skinner’s, but the atmosphere was poor and the beer was shite. I did laugh, however, at this:
That screen constantly displays the current temperature of the cellar. The picture is blurry so it isn’t clear, but underneath the screen the text says “beer that’s too cold to hold!” Strangely, they are incredibly proud of this. We decided to drink up and sink a quick one in Jim’s Tap, where we met up with Jared again. On the way home, I was once again re-united with the twelve-year-old in me…
…but I think anyone can see the humour in it. *sniggers*
<usa> We picked up a case of Grain Belt Premium from the gas station a block away from the apartment, and headed home to watch the game on pay-per-view. </usa>
As if in reconciliation for the Jacks’ defeat earlier, Wales stormed to victory over Fiji 66-0. SIXTY SIX NIL. It was a combination of Wales playing out their arse and Fiji playing abysmally. George North in particular shone through as a top player – that match was one of the first times where I think all the new talent in the Wales squad actually worked together as a driving force, as opposed to being a strong support for the more experienced players. That’s my opinion, anyway. The match set us up for a quarter final against Ireland, which I am really looking forward to. A fantastic end to a fantastic day.
SPORTS!