Monday Night Football = disgrace.

I love not caring about sports teams and then randomly going to a game and becoming a hardcore fan in as long as it takes to get to my seat. You give me an event, I commit. Which explains my utter devastation last night.

Rachel and I were representin' with the red.


The new stadium is big. The escalators are like hidden in dark alleys and no one who works there seems to know where they are, hence Rachel and I hiking four flights of stairs whilst carrying soggy nachos and hotdogs; while the boys sat tight I might add.



Zach and I were super psyched.


Rachel and Chad were only a little psyched.


So, much to our surprise, the Cards were winning!


We were surrounded by Bears fans, and like I said I was pretty committed, so I started my trash talk. My trash talk isn't that good. I was like: "No honey for the bears! Losers!" "You're bears of very little brain!!" "Stay in the forest where you belong!!!"

These drunk Bears fans behind us weren't too happy with me, and they were slightly scary. So I took their picture secretly.

Later one of them smoked some maryjane, I have street cred. And I was like, "Zach, it smells like a skunk!" Zach: "That's not a skunk Erica." *Turns around and sees Bear fan stepping on joint* "Oh."

But then, the painful fourth quarter.


We got really nervous before that field goal that sealed our fate.


Then......he missed.


And....we lost.


A sad day for hardcore Cardinals fans...like me.