I went to the Ravens/Bengals game yesterday. I’ve come to a set of conclusions about attending live regular season NFL games: Getting to them is a pain in the ass; Everything is ridiculously expensive ($9 for a hot dog with a few fries?!); Jackasses all around you get drunk, loud and belligerent for no real reason; The concourses get so crowded they make you feel claustrophobic; You miss stuff on the field that you’d see replayed 6 times on TV, and in high def no less; It can be very hot or very cold sitting out there; You have to listen to 50 year-old fat guys who’ve never stood on a football field act like they know so much more than the professionals who put together and coach teams.

But when your team is the home team and things are going well (the Ravens won 17-10 but the game wasn’t nearly as close as the score), there’s no more electric atmosphere to be submerged in. For all the negatives, being part of a “Let’s go Flacco! *clap-clap-clapclapclap*” chant with 70,000 other people mostly makes up for them.

I am seriously rethinking my desire to own Ravens PSLs, for which I am on “The List” to buy, however.

Anyway, I went with my kid and we were sitting next to some MILFtastic blond and her kid. I’ve heard it said that women can tell within 30 seconds of meeting a man whether or not they’d sleep with him, but that works both ways. As soon as I saw this chick I thought to myself, “you know what, you could bang this lady.” Yeah, I’m that deep.

Of course, there’s the issues of our kids being there and my being married and all that so it’s not like I was trying to persue anything, but it’s nice to know that after all these years and in my advancing age I can still get “the signal” from attractive gals.