Mason (and Julia) are learning valuable lessons about loyalty, dedication, hard work, and losing this NFL season, as I paid extra for a package to watch the Jacksonville Jaguars on Sundays, correctly supposing they would be so bad that they would be dumped from Tallahassee television. We watch, knowing the outcome before it starts. We watch, shaking our heads that a professional group of athletes can be this bad. Mason asks why we don’t score points in the first quarter like FSU does. Still, we stand by our team.
Our best friends Angie and Travis arranged for our tickets so that we could meet up with them at a game last Sunday at Everbank Field. We normally are very glad to go to games; and this was Mason and Julia’s first. Being in Jacksonville and at the stadium very much reminds me of my Mom. She had season tickets from their inaugural season for as long as she lived in Hilliard. She would often go to games alone and her earliest seats were at the very top of the stadium. Heat or cold, rain or shine, Mom would be cheering for her Jags.
I was super excited to share the experience with the kids. Miss Julia even “roared” herself across the interstate, calling herself the Jaguars’ lucky charm. However, it was incredibly hot, even for October, and I was forced to spent a fortune on hats for me and them. I will say, the sun screen provided at the gate came in handy.
I did not expect to win the game, though I was really disappointed, for the first time ever, with the experience. The tickets were pricey and, add to that, the hats and concessions and gas over from Tallahassee. The stadium was only half full of really excited fans. They wanted something to cheer for; but the team gave us nothing. By the end of the first quarter, we were bored and hot and in shock that our home town team is continuously playing with no heart. I will say I was very grateful for Jaxson DeVille and the great college drum lines that played at half-time. The kids loved both.
Amidst the “Tebow” chants from the stands, we began entertaining ourselves. I get the whole “Tank for Teddy” plan. We are playing for worst. Yet, I still wanted my hometown team to have some pride. And to respect the fact that we spent several hundred dollars to bring our babies over for a game in the hopes that they, too, will become life-long fans.