"I'm not going to miss this,
so I bought a poncho.
I'm not leaving."
-- Giants fan James Olson,
"Poncho Party: Giants Fans Unruffled by Rain,"
SFGate.com
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| Happy yellow bendy man in a rain poncho 11-1-14 |
"Make it rain you need a poncho pronto."
-- D-WHY, "Bugatti Problems"
Leo's football team played their conference championship game last night.
The weather was shitty as hell -- hard constant rain, gusty wind, dropping temperatures.
On the sidelines, the players wore ponchos over their shoulder pads.
The band wore ponchos over their uniforms.
The woodwinds had plastic little condom-like ponchos over their instruments. (In the interest of practicing "safe sax." Bah-dum-pum.)
And while our boys fought it out on the soggy, slippery field under the lights, we fans fought behind them in the cold wet bleachers under our rain ponchos.
And raincoats. And umbrellas. And boots. And hats. And blankets. And anything else warm and waterproof we could layer on to keep the elements the fuck out. One guy even wore a rubber Halloween mask. At least his face was dry.
Sitting outside in nasty weather cheering and rooting for our team did something good to us fans -- it knit us up in a "we're all in this together" kind of unity. We all snuggled close like those Emperor Penguins in Antarctica who huddle together to protect each other, and their eggs, from exposure to the elements.
Most of the home fans across the field bailed after the halftime show.
Pussies.
Not us.
On the visitors side we stuck it out. We hung in there to the bitter end. We did not give up on our boys, because our boys never gave up on the game.
And our boys won, in overtime, and were crowned conference champions. Leo played great. Nobody got hurt.
Even though it was rainy and blustery and cold and miserable, I barely felt it. I was too busy cheering to care about the weather. Under my trusty poncho and about six other layers of rain gear, I barely felt a thing.
Except pride and joy.
Most of the home fans across the field bailed after the halftime show.
Pussies.
Not us.
On the visitors side we stuck it out. We hung in there to the bitter end. We did not give up on our boys, because our boys never gave up on the game.
And our boys won, in overtime, and were crowned conference champions. Leo played great. Nobody got hurt.
Even though it was rainy and blustery and cold and miserable, I barely felt it. I was too busy cheering to care about the weather. Under my trusty poncho and about six other layers of rain gear, I barely felt a thing.
Except pride and joy.
