My plan last night was to hit the climbing gym right
after work because it was closing at 1830 for a competition. I had waited all week for this. And then I got a surprise invite to an Edmonton Eskimos game because someone at work had an extra ticket. I gave up climbing to watch a testosterone-laced sporting event and….I…don’t regret it. Generally, sporting events have been like the opera for me: glad to have tried it once, made it through (barely) with no real desire to do it again. That said, if someone offers this gal a free ticket to something this gal will probably go. Although nothing is truly free and I am paying for it in jean sizes after a bag of tiny timmy little donuts*.It was quickly clear why
he was having such a difficult time giving this ticket away. When the Commonwealth stadium was built in the 1970s Edmonton had the option to spring for a roof and they decided to tough it out instead. It may only be the very beginning of November but the whole game was a consistent -5 Celsius. Only about 1/3 of the seats were taken but the people who came were hardcore fans. Just look at this hat:
People cheered, people booed, people commiserated with the strangers next to them about terrible plays and bad ref calls. A community existed. The basic rules weren’t too hard to follow and I soon found myself angered by an “incomplete pass” call that was clearly complete from the replay. True to form whenever I attend a professional sports game the team I was rooting for managed to lose the game. But it came down to a field goal by Calgary as the clock ran out.
The verdict: Let’s go again! Except that now won’t be until next season and I’ll have forgotten how much I actually enjoyed watching the game.
*What the heck are those called?