Father like son

I had a craving today for chicken wings and thats when it dawned on me! I have yet to see a place that serves chicken wings... the same food that is an essential stapple at alomst all pubs in Canada is not served here. Today it is Tuesday here, which is the same day the Smitty's has $0.30 wings... sighhhhh!

I was at a Aussie Rules game on Saturday with a fellow named Sebastian who is from Calgary. Well neither one of us had tickets and when we got to the stadium it was evident that the game was sold out. We decided that our best course of action was to wait around where people picked up tickets in hopes that we could stumble upon a couple. Our first pleasant surprise is when some guy left the stadium and gave us a pass to get back into the stadium, which would get one of us in, but no seat. Than only a few minutes later a guy walked up to us and asked if we were watingfor tickets, which obviously we were, so he gave us a childrens ticket that we were able t upgrade to an adult ticket. For the record kids tickets, which are 0 to 16 years of age only cost $2.75... talk about a good way to spend a Saturday afternoon with your family. As it turned out the childrens ticket was left over because a 12-year-old girl missed a birthday party. I was her replacement and let me tell you how loud it is sitting with a dozen 12-year-old girls yelling "MEXICAN WAVE MEXICAN WAVE!!!" every few minutes.

The girls yelling were the least of my problems. It was the guy sitting behind me with his two kids. The guy had an ongoing commentary for the game as if his two kids and I were unable to see the field which happens to be larger than a soccer field. It wasn't just the commentary that was annoyig it was the fact that it was always negative. Even when the home team scored they could have kicked it further, if they made a tackle the tackle could have been harder.

There was a arger dilema at hand though... the father in question was not only annoying the hell out of me, buth e was breeding his two kids to do the same thing. Sure on this fine afternoon the kids were too engrossed in their fairy floss (aka candy floss) to care what the father was saying, but in a few years the three of them will be sitting in the same seats, but rather than eating fairy floss and enjoying the game all three of them will be mumbling to themselves how crappy the play is on the field and if they were out there they would do things differently. Guys take it from me... there is a reason that we are sitting in the comfortable confines of the stands while the players are out trying their best on the field and it isn't because we could do a better job than the.