A Tosa resident since 1991, Christine walks the dog, cooks but avoids housework, writes and reads, and enjoys the company of friends and strangers. Her job takes her around the state, learning about people's health. A Quaker (no, they don't wear blue hats or sell oatmeal or motor oil), she has been known to stand on both sides of the political and philosophic fence at the same time, which is very uncomfortable when you think about it. She writes about pretty much whatever stops in to visit her busy mind at the moment. One reader described her as "incredibly opinionated but not judgmental." That sounds like a good thing to strive for!
This blog entry is dedicated to the late Randy Anderson, who would have been blogging here about the Pack pre-game, game-game, and post-game.
In many respects the game-watching crew was like all others: seated behind chips and salsa, green and gold cake, and with at least one fan who silenced small talk during the game. Eruptions of cheer, despair, or indignation, however, were welcome.
The difference was that I, not a sports fan, was there. But this game was not to be missed or watched alone. The whole point of fandom, I think, is feeling like part of a community. And what fun the game was to watch.