uncle fester
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Sunday was the first game my wife & I got to see in person.
I've been following this team since 1987, so to finally stand in front of the main gates on Saturday, with no one else around, was pretty amazing. To stand in the Pro Shop, without having to worry about any extortionate shipping costs for game shirts, was verging on dangerous.
But nothing I'd dreamed of prepared me (or us) for Sunday.
We stopped at Pike's Place for breakfast with Hawks colours and excited faces everywhere. We stopped for pre-game beers and the "Sea!" "Hawks!" chants began. But the walk to the stadium was something to remember. Random high-fives in the streets. Flags in every bar along the way. I was struck by a sense that the fans around us weren't about to accept a defeat. We'd had years of shouting at a tv back in London, either at home or in a local sports bar, and now we had the chance to contribute. We could be part of Kaepernick's headache.
We walked up the ramps to the 300s, carried on a chorus of chants. Then - what a view! The tunnel gets set up, the fireworks begin... and then a plane takes off... There is no way in hell the 9ers will be able to hear themselves think in this. I can't hear myself think in this. My wife is laughing her head off at the sheer volume. We join in the fun. Kaepernick starts his first drive. We yell our lungs out...
The headache I gave myself went around midday on Monday. Today I've just about got my voice back. The memory of Sunday will stay with me till the day I die.
And we have tickets to the next game, so we can do it all again.
I've been following this team since 1987, so to finally stand in front of the main gates on Saturday, with no one else around, was pretty amazing. To stand in the Pro Shop, without having to worry about any extortionate shipping costs for game shirts, was verging on dangerous.
But nothing I'd dreamed of prepared me (or us) for Sunday.
We stopped at Pike's Place for breakfast with Hawks colours and excited faces everywhere. We stopped for pre-game beers and the "Sea!" "Hawks!" chants began. But the walk to the stadium was something to remember. Random high-fives in the streets. Flags in every bar along the way. I was struck by a sense that the fans around us weren't about to accept a defeat. We'd had years of shouting at a tv back in London, either at home or in a local sports bar, and now we had the chance to contribute. We could be part of Kaepernick's headache.
We walked up the ramps to the 300s, carried on a chorus of chants. Then - what a view! The tunnel gets set up, the fireworks begin... and then a plane takes off... There is no way in hell the 9ers will be able to hear themselves think in this. I can't hear myself think in this. My wife is laughing her head off at the sheer volume. We join in the fun. Kaepernick starts his first drive. We yell our lungs out...
The headache I gave myself went around midday on Monday. Today I've just about got my voice back. The memory of Sunday will stay with me till the day I die.
And we have tickets to the next game, so we can do it all again.
