I saw Brett Favre's butt...
This past weekend I went back to Cleveland to go to the first preseason Browns game with my dad. It also so happened to be against the Jets, with Brett Favre making the announcement from Cleveland that he was going to be a Jet (I can't help but want to snap my fingers and sing).
Massive pic spam follows, including a pic of Brett. If you care.
We decide to take the rapid into town, which is a rail system similar to Chicago's el trains.
Shot out the window approaching the city. The squeeing, much to the chagrin of my dad has begun.
More city.
During the season, this lot which is quite a bit away would be PACKED with tailgating fans.
We get off at Tower City to walk to the stadium.
Then we see the Shuttle sign. Heh.
Crossing the street to the stadium, looking at Lake Erie.
WOO HOO! Rock and Roll refers to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.
WE ARE HERE! Notice all of the satellite trucks...it looks like Brett is here too.
Arty Shot of the stadium sign.
An excited Jets fan. My poor dad was horrified that I took a picture of this guy. I think he was more worried that I was going to heckle him.
But I didn't :)
OMG! LOOK AT OUR SEATS!
Of course the Jets were working out on our end. Boo. The other end has the Dawg Pound.
Who is a Browns fan? ME!
Cleveland's finest. He was the only cop that wasn't chasing down Brett Favre. Everyone seemed to find a reason to come to our end of the field.
Heh. By the end of the night, all of the photographers had taken a picture of this guy and all the security came by to ask him not to start shit. Riiiiiiight.
Some Brownies warming up. Dave Zastidul.
The sky was starting to look a little ugly.
Hi Phil Dawnson. I love you.
We decided to walk around and I saw this sign that I was sure I would forget about later. Notice more ugly sky.
Out this gate is the Science Center and the Rock Hall.
I love Browns fans. If you don't have faith, there is nothing left.
Only in Cleveland is there a Sausage and Pierogie stand...they smelled sooooo good. I usually only get them from the little Polish church ladies (that is not a Saturday Night Live Skit - really, little old Polish church ladies).
Out the balcony looking at Lake Erie. The first rain drops are falling. BOOO.
I love how now the lines to get in are by sex. And yes, you do get felt up. TOTALLY.
Heh.
A concession area.
I loved this little stand. Dad got a Harp. No, that is not my dad.
We are back in our seats and I am on the verge of peeing I am so excited.
Hmmm...
There is Brett with the hat on. He was tossing passes on the sidelines and pretending like he was studying the plays.
HANG ON SLOOPY HANG ON
O - H- I -O
I have no idea why we all sing that song, but I can tell you we do. And make the hand motions. This was Leslie, keeping everyone in line (since the NFL is now cracking down on trouble makers) and she was leading the O - H - I - O!
I saw him first.
Boo. The sky looks terrible. The weather chicky was on the Jumbotron saying how the storm was going to blow over. Uh huh.
Star Spangled Banner time.
HERE WE GO BROWNIES HERE WE GO WOOF WOOF! Yes, I cheered that. Entire sections cheered that.
Braylon Edwards and the boys praying not to drop any balls.
Remember the weather chicky. Yeah, well, we ended up on a rain delay, with Matrix style raindrops. The game was delayed for about an hour and a half. Pretty sure no more starters after this. The starters played a series. It was raining so hard, they had to reset the goal posts. One guy on a metal ladder, in the rain and lightening, hanging on to the goal post trying to adjust it.
We made it into the Browns Backer sports bar area before they stopped letting people in. All of the flags hanging from the ceiling are from various Browns Backer clubs from all over the WORLD.
Great seats, but the camera was on our sideline and I had to look at this scrawy butt.
Brady Quinn (of Notre Dame fame) was in the game for a bit. He did alright, which is a good thing.
Brett's butt.
Even random security guy wanted to look at Brett's butt.
GRRR. First and goal and I can't see because of bony butt.
It is late and soggy and these guys just want to go home. This is our 8th try to get into the end zone (thanks Jets penalties) and it was getting painful to watch.
We lost boo. Dad and I were walking back towards Terminal Tower (the big building in front). That is my pop in the corner...white hair, Charlie Frye jersey.
