I’m what you would call a nervous football fan.
When my beloved Notre Dame is playing, I want to watch the game but sometimes I can’t. Apparently I don’t have a very strong constitution when it comes to gridiron competition.
Why do I care so much?
My life, the life of all other fans and even the lives of the players and coaches will go on – win or lose.
Why do I pace and fret, watching every single 3rd down play (or God forbid 4th down and we are going for it) with my hands over my eyes just barely peeking out between my fingers?
Pride? Devotion to my alma mater? Insanity? All of the above?
My most common way to mitigate the stress of dramatic games is to do laundry. From the laundry room I can avoid seeing each play while still being able to hear the play-by-play and Peter’s reactions. Our laundry basket is always empty in the fall.
This past Saturday I discovered a new way to distract myself while watching a tense game of Notre Dame football on TV.
From the balcony of our apartment we had a bird’s eye view and almost front row seat to the MCAS Miramar Air Show.
This is WAY better than doing laundry.
On Saturday, Notre Dame played Stanford. It was a big game and we knew that the Cardinals were going to be a very, very tough opponent. Peter was pacing and I was fretting even before kick off.
Side note: I don’t consider myself to be a fair weather fan in the “my team isn’t winning so I no longer love them” kind of way but I am definitely a fair weather fan in the “it is sleeting/lightning/20 below zero so I’m going to leave the stadium and watch this game from inside” kind of way.
As good as the game on Saturday was, I’m glad I was watching it from the comfort of my living room and not from the stands in Notre Dame stadium where it was pouring rain with a wind chill of 31 degrees.
Among the fans that braved the elements were friends of Annie and Jerry’s; lifelong fans attending their first Notre Dame game. In spite of the fact that they couldn’t feel their toes by the fourth quarter, they witnessed a great game and a victory which definitely makes the cold weather not seem quite so cold.
A couple of shots of whiskey helps, too.
But back to the game day scene in San Diego.
Through most of the first three quarters, Notre Dame and Stanford were engaged is a close, defensive battle.
We were down, we were tied, we intercepted a pass, we missed a field goal, we made a field goal to take the lead then, with 3:01 left in the game, Stanford scored a touchdown to go ahead 14 – 10.
Up until this time I had been dashing back and forth between watching the TV and watching the air show. Sky-writers, helicopters, jets that blasted off leaving a fiery tail, more jets screeching across the sky and some doing loop the loops. Quite a show!
But at this point, with three minutes left in the game and Notre Dame needing a touchdown to win, I couldn’t take it any more. I stepped out on the balcony, closed the sliding door and watched the planes as the minutes ticked away.
Then I caught a glimpse of Peter jumping up and down, fist pumping and pointing to the TV.
With one minute to go, on a 4th and 11 yards to go play, Notre Dame SCORED!
Notre Dame 17 – Stanford 14.
A few seconds later the AWESOME Blue Angels did a fly-over directly above our heads.
The perfect icing on the cake of a Notre Dame football victory.
Thank you Blue Angels and thank you MCAS Miramar.
Next week I will be back to doing laundry. If you have any extra, send it my way. The football season is not even half over and I have a feeling I’m going to need it.Thanks for stopping by,
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