Ask me what I did this weekend. Do you want to know? Well, you know, there was the typical stay up late on Friday watching a movie, and the sleeping in on Saturday, and I wandered over to the frisbee golf course (which sucks compared to L-Town), and I had dinner with Frog (Cassie for all you non-Camp-K people). Nothing too exciting. Oh, and I guess there was something else, but it's minor and boring. I worked for Security for ESPN on Quest Field during the Seahawks game Sunday night. (!!!)


It was so SWEET! DIRT, the men's ultimate team that I joined, does security work with CSC in order to raise money for our trips and whatnot. So we loaded up some cars and drove down on Sunday morning. We showed up and got yellow security jackets and they started pairing up half of the people there with people who do standard security work at the stadium. I wasn't picked during the first or second round of job assignments (very reminiscient of my kickball days) but that turned out to be a good thing. Those guys ending doing alcohol enforcement or entrace ticketing and frisking--the "no-fun, crowd hates me, I can't watch the game" kind of jobs. Once the crowd of 100 or so was weaseled down to 13 of us, the Boss Man came up and said, "You guys will be going on the field tonight. You'll need to be down there at 3:30 so you can chill until then." SWEET!


Once on the field I was told that I would be following an ESPN field camera man named Steve. Steve showed up around 4:30 and looked just like the Big Lebowski: khaki shorts, orange high top Chuck, floppy hair. He moved all over the field filming the game, the crowd, the announcers on the field, the coaches...and I got to be there for all of it!


If you didn't watch the game, Shawn Alexander scored 4 touchdowns last night; I was on the goal line for 3 of them. (It was beautiful Alan. Don't cry too hard.)


But, alas, I can't wallow in the moment for too long because now I have to go run around chasing frisbees in the rain. Yea for practice.


Texas is just full of used CARR salesman,
Ike