We’ve lived in our neighborhood for just over 2 years now. And while I can’t say that I’m on a first-name basis with all of my neighbors, we’re a relatively friendly bunch. We wave and nod “hello”, we keep a casual eye out for each other, but we don’t hang out at each other’s homes or have the old-school neighborhood block parties.
But when we finally decided to get together….we ALL got together.
Because who doesn’t like a neighborhood meet-up on a Saturday.
3:30 in the morning, to be precise.
It started with a sound that can only be described as equal parts squealing tires, elephant stampede, roof collapse, every glass window in the city breaking at once, and the ending of the 1812 Overture. All of that and more roused me, my husband, my neighbors, and my neighbor’s neighbors out of slumber and stumbling into the street.
My bleary, half-asleep gaze was quickly sharpened with the realization that my front yard was not exactly the way it looked when I went to bed a mere 4 hours earlier. Abruptly, I had apparently inherited a new vehicle…sort of
and had my front yard re-landscaped:
I can’t be positive – but I’m pretty sure the first words out of my mouth ran the gamut from panic, concern and obscenity before finally resting at a nice mix of shock, astonishment and relief that everything was outside my front door and not smack-dab inside my living room (which is truly where it sounded like events took place).
After ensuring that no one was hurt, and as police descended upon my neighborhood,I mingled with my other shell-shocked neighbors taking part in the game “what in the hell just happened?” And even though we’re no experts, this seems to be what we collectively think may have occurred:
The driver of the offending vehicle –
decided to exceed the posted speed limit by a few dozen miles-per-hour (or so).
It’s highly probable that a failure to stop at a clearly posted stop sign resulted in a close-encounter with this vehicle at the intersection:
Speculation continues and assumptions are made that the collision resulted in the highly-offensive driver to lose control of his vehicle and clip the side of this truck:
nail this utility post:
and plow into this truck:
which careened forward to hit this vehicle:
which ran into this vehicle:
simultaneously coming to a stop in my front yard, resulting in a close encounter with my fence:
and ending with an uninvited “boop” on the bumper of my truck.
But don’t quote me on any of this.
The force of the impact was strong enough to separate the license plate from the vehicle.
WHICH vehicle, however, is a bit of a mystery….
Somehow – by the grace of God, karma, fate, whatever your particular belief – no one was injured in this calamity.
7 vehicles, one fence and one utility pole suffered damage…
But everyone walked away.
On the upside, we had the safest street in the city for quite some time with no fewer than 10 police cars on scene.
But then again, what else was going at 3:30 in the morning?
As with all good parties, there’s always such a mess to clean up afterwards.
In the street:
even as far up as my front porch….
We even had to call in the heavy lifters for help hauling the remnants away
In fact, cleanup of the entire scene didn’t actually end until about 9am, when the final tow truck (4 in all) pulled away and the last bit of debris was dumped into the trashcan.
It’s not the ideal way to spend time with one’s neighbors, but when you consider the what-could-have-beens, we can be thankful that it wasn’t worse. And who knows – in a weird way, perhaps this was a good bonding experience of sorts. Maybe it will lead to more get-togethers in the neighborhood.
Next time, however, maybe we can do this at a more reasonable hour of the day.
There are a wide variety of occasions we mark with great enthusiasm, festivity and celebration; weddings, birthdays, holidays, and sports championships. I LOVE how we celebrate our sports championships – the pagentry, the parties, the food and fun. Some see it as silly to watch grown men fight over a ball. But I think it’s fascinating to watch people who are otherwise complete opposites bond together in brotherhood over the love and loyalty to their team. From CEOs to coal miners, maids to millionaires, you can be a fan with everything or nothing to your name. Game after game we cheer or cry; an entire season of emotion culminating in one shot at glory – The Big Game!!!
I’ve never been to The Big Game before. So I was VERY excited to make the trip to Houston, Texas to take part in all of the fabulousness the very huge national football conglomerate had to offer. And while my team did not make it to The Big Game:
I’m just going to subtly remind everyone that we still have 6 of these:
Championship rings…not random photo-bombing dudes.
Which is more than Any. Other. Team.
OK, my fan-dancing is done.
My weekend in Houston wasn’t all about football. I did manage to mosey on over to The Museum District for a little culture and cows:
Yup. Cows. Just hanging outside the “Moo-seum”.
OK…sorry…that kinda hurt me too. It was just too easy though.
I always wondered what to do with those museum entry stickers after leaving. Apparently, they become part of an art piece all their own…
No trip is ever complete without sampling the local-fare. So I made sure to sample as much as my stomach could contain. My first day I stopped off at The Honeymoon for a little bite to eat….
yeah…I said little.
No trip to Houston would be complete without having a little bit of BBQ:
OK…a whole ROOM full of BBQ….
What’s a meal without dessert? I just HAD to sample all of the sweet treats – like pecan pie and bacon chocolate-chip cookies
And pecan chocolate donuts.
A rough job – but someone had to do it. If you need me, I’ll be on the treadmill non-stop for the next month!!!
Not going to lie…as much as I love football, and TBG, I’m a sucker for its fluffy counterpart…Puppy Bowl!!!!!
Time out on the field:
I mean…WHO DOESN’T LOVE PUPPIES!!!!!
There was also a lot of celebrity sighting. I caught quick glances of singer John Legend (less than 3 feet away), and VP Mike Pence (not quite 3 feet away and surrounded by Secret Service). I even managed whip out my phone fast enough to snap a few quick pics:
Our tickets to the game included tickets to the tailgate party, complete with food (more food!), drink and live music!
There are upsides to being at a predominantly male-attended event….
I always love a good paradigm shift.
The Big Game (TBG):
Not to sound boastful, but I’ve been to a reasonable number of stadiums in my life – college, baseball, basketball, etc. But – after all the hype, there was something about the way the stadium, with it’s huge logos, player images, ramps and windows, felt like it was looming larger than life over me. Almost daring me to come inside for the greatest Sunday show of the season.
When I finally stepped into the stadium, I found myself overwhelmed by the vibrancy of the colors, enveloped by the noise, and assimilated into the energy of the crowd. It may not have been my team out on the field, but it was my sport to celebrate with 70,000+ of my closest friends.
And finally, it was time for The Big Game!!!!
I’ve decided that having live football in front of you in addition a a 1000 foot big screen television above really is the best way to watch a game.
Whereas I normally would have all those great TBG commercials to keep me occupied before the halftime show begins, watching the speed and efficiency of the crews setting the stage proved to be WAY more entertaining!!!
And then the show began, and I just sat back and watched it all unfold in front of me…..
The Big Finale:
When I was about 14, the very first “TBG” parties I went to was for SB20. The final was pretty ridiculous (46-10) and I remember everyone complaining about how it wasn’t a great game because it was such a blowout. From that, I learned the best games aren’t complete blowouts that make you want to leave half-way through the 4th quarter, but the ones that keep you glued to your seat until the very end.
THIS….was one of those games.
To say that I had a great weekend feels like a bit of an understatement after everything I heard, saw, and tasted. I would like to think that I’m a fairly decent writer of this blog – but even I don’t think there are words to adequately describe those 4 days in Houston. This wasn’t my first championship game, and with any luck, it won’t be my last. But this definitely ranks as one of the best overall experiences in my life.
Not everyone understands why we place such high importance on sports, or teams, or championship games. We tell people it’s the teamwork, or the strategy, or even the pursuit of victory. But I think we just like putting on our favorite team’s colors and screaming for them at the top of our lungs across from someone screaming just as loudly for theirs for 3 hours each week. Then when it’s all over, you shake hands and buy each other a drink and send each other off with platitudes and gibes, waiting for the next week to roll around. It’s fun and it’s frustrating – but it creates a great sense of comradery.
And it makes for one hell of a great party!!!!
*A special thank you to my friend Jeff for plying me with non-alcoholic drinks at the game, and a HUGE thank you to my awesome husband, who made this entire weekend possible (with a little help from that great big football organization) – I love you!!!