Guest Post by Chief Husband and Editor Chris
It’s Championship Eve. The last holiday cometh. Tomorrow, my team, the Alabama Crimson Tide, will rematch Clemson to defend their national title and try to go 15-0 for the first time. It just so happens that most of this weekend was spent iced in at home. Everything was cancelled, travel discouraged, you know the drill. So after all the Christmas decorations came down, multiple Star Wars movies were watched, rooms rearranged and organized, my idle hands started playing with Lego.
My mantle rolled its eyes at me and smiled.
It started with some fun officially licensed gifts Rachel has given me the past few years.
Then I added some fan seating in various financial tiers.
And the fandom I know best, the tailgating.
The Wayne Enterprises skybox is for VIPs only, but its not the cheeriest place. The Dark Knight, the worried hobbit, and Mr. Attitude the Wizard enjoy their wealth and privilege, but there’s not a pom-pom in sight.
The upper deck is bit less stodgy, and a solid cross-section of Lego society.
Down in the safely guarded concourse, the crowd picks up their yummy fish.
The grouchy custodian just came from cleaning the ladies’ room. She is no fan of the hovering fans she cleans up behind.
Her coworker is having a better time taking care of the field.
Meanwhile, outside the stadium, Ma & Pa Cop are hosting a fantastic tailgate outside their RV.
And the grill masters are taking care of the hungry crowd.
The whole crowd, inside and out, players and fans, are, like me, filled with hope and expectation. The game kicks off in less than 24 hours. By the time you read this, I’ll either feel like these guys:
Or like Hamm.
Either way, I’m over here having fun. Roll Tide.