Last night we headed to Stanford stadium to see Chelsea play Club America in soccer. The tickets were a Father's Day gift from me to N, which I have to admit were as much a gift for myself as anything.
We were on the sunny side of the stadium and WHEW was it sunny and BOY did we get there early to "enjoy the atmosphere". B was a little red ball of sweat by the time the players took the field, and he most thoroughly enjoyed rolling down the grass siding of the stadium (which I supervised for 3/4 of the game) and the play was predominantly uninspiring, but the whole thing was cool to do as a family. All the boys were clad in jerseys and I was in my soccer ball print halter (seriously). We kicked the ball around in the dirt parking lot before making our way over to the gate, and we saw some real people who were actually smoking cigarettes. Ah, Russian soccer fans.
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