The post-Game
Well, we learned our lesson.
The lesson was not that driving the length of the greater New York metropolitan area during rush hour the Friday before Thanksgiving is inadvisable. Traffic was heavy and we got to our destination late, but it wasn't more horrific than that drive ever is.
The lesson was not that it's too tiring to do a 24-hour trip with a baby. Edith handled the tight turnaround (i.e. much driving in a short span) just fine. And it is a lot of gear to haul, but the only thing we forgot was the tray for her booster seat.
The lesson was not that a whole day outside in November is too much for an infant. Edith had on five layers--including her first Yale sweatshirt, presented by Fairy Godmother Rebecca--and she was toasty all afternoon.
The lesson was not that football is too boring for a six month old. Expecting to take turns pacing the concourse, Tom and I were pleasantly surprised to be able to sit with our friends throughout The Game, while Edith studied the family in the row behind us and listened intently to the grandfather explaining strategy to his young grandson. She handled eating, nursing, and having her diaper changed in the bleacher seats just fine, too.
No: The lesson was that if your child is just fine, is enjoying the sights, is not chilled, is dry and fed...DO NOT take this little good-luck charm to the car with five minutes left in The Game and your team up by 8 in the hopes of getting a jump on the post-game traffic. Even though everything has been going great until then, by the time you reach your car the score will be tied, and as you speed through the Connecticut countryside toward the setting sun and the New York border (because no one else is exiting the stadium at this critical juncture and you can pull right out), you will listen to the announcers describe three overtimes, a record in Ivy League football, in which there are three turnovers, which also has to be a record. And then to your utter disbelief, you will hear that yet another record has been set and that in the 122-year history of The Game, this is the first time one school has won five years in a row. And that school will be harvard.
As they put on layers in preparation for a day outdoors, Edith and Jenn practice their cheers.
Edith and Rebecca tailgate
The Game
2 comments:
Maybe if she'd stayed we would have won...I think next year we need to have at least 2 yale-attired babies there to make up for this losing streak.
Actually, Edith can be blame-free here, as Rich and his wife left early, and Jenn told Rich if we lost it would be his fault, and he agreed to take full responsibility. :)
It sure was a hideous ending to what should have been a triumphant afternoon! But glad Edith had such a great time at her first Game. Here's to many more!
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