Despite the fact that I live in Ohio, we got the joy of some of the hurricane yesterday. My mom, a weather addict for those of you who didn't know, called me before we left for the game to forewarn that the forecast included chances of rain, strong winds, and tornados. Now, while most of Cincinnati might not agree, those things would not stop me from going to a game. I love the Bengals far too fiercely to let something small like tornados come between me and my 8 games.
While the game started out quite sunny, and remained fairly hot, the wind picked up a lot during the second quarter. Breezy... not exactly. I have never seen so much garbage swirling in my life. I was hit in the face with more peanut shells than I care to remember. I may or may not have had a drunk high school classmate of mine come down the stairs, screaming at the players in the aisle next to me. (yes, I know, it has nothing to do with the wind, but it was wildly entertaining once I guaranteed Jeni was not going to scold him.) My favorite wind example was the broken down Miller Lite box which flew and landed under a player (mere seconds before the ball was snapped). It was crazy.
That being sad, nothing prepared me for the craziness that was going on outside of the stadium. Cincinnati got winds up to 75 mph. Trees are littering the streets. The billies next door, well their siding flew off the side of their house. (revealing what I think is beautiful brick, but I guess the whole "house falling apart" thing never really makes people excited). I attempted to go on a bike ride around the neighborhood today, only to find numerous streets blocked by police tape because of trees and downed wires. Pandaemonium I tell you.
But sometimes, this can lead to fun. Sally and Seth hung out for awhile before we had to light the candles. Then me and the couple played disney/pixar monopoly by candlelight. (so romantic.) It was probably my favorite night back home. So I guess the wind wasn't so bad after all.
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