So.

My last two days? They’ve consisted of long hours and late nights full of … business.

Yet is it really business when you’re at a National Televised football game with 65,000 other peeps? 64,995 of which are rip roaring drunk.

I’m telling ya … I don’t think I need to see another NFL game. As in for the rest of my life.

For starters, TC always was getting tickets thrown in his face from lobbyists to any and every and all events — sports, theater, sports … um, oh, and more sports.

Did I mention sports?

I’ve seen every big game there is from some pretty nifty butt rests … i.e. 50 yard lines and appropriately, floor seats for basketball and club boxes for hockey.

Add on top of this that Gpa was a Red’s season ticket holder for 30+ years where his seats were behind home plate … yeah, I think I’m pretty much sporsted out. Amazing. Sports just became a verb.

Plus, this Taurus isn’t exactly a die hard sports fan. I don’t mind a good game every now and then but it’s hardly something I regularly or consistently follow.

However.

The one thing that gets me about these big sporting events? The power of assembly.

Of how so many thousands upon thousands of people can come together for a freaking game and the energy that goes into that.

I am not judging this nor do I think it’s either good or bad … in fact, if anything, I truly am amazed. Yet cannot help but wonder … if we were to take this energy and put it into other areas of our personal lives, communities and the world … the changes that would happen.

Quickly.

No doubt, sporting events have a way of bringing people together. I guess it’s just that I’d like to see this togetherness continue and carry on outside of the game itself.

Who knows, maybe it does.

As I’ve already said, I’m not going to judge … see … I can’t judge when here I am with a big ‘ol plastic cup of red vino.

All that was missing was the straw. Let me just preface with – red wine at an NFL game … doesn’t exactly make you popular with your fellow football peers.

Not to mention, I barely drink red wine as is anymore … but when in Rome …