Tailgating at 8:00 a.m. on a Sunday was clearly motivated by my football-fanatic guy friends. However, as much as I'm not a morning person, I must admit, I loved it. I woke up earlier for beer and burgers than I do for work. Look at my weekend priorities. Don't be jealous.I'm sure you're wondering, "What could possibly have occurred during a Giants game that inspired a HH&PF blog post"?
As I sat on the upper level of Giants Stadium and watched as my New York spandex-wearing, bulky and bruit G-men slaughtered the Oakland Raiders, my attention faded in and out of the game. Like many girls these days I can actually tell you why a red flag is thrown or what a sack and down are, and I actually like watching games on Sunday's. But, because the only thrill of this particular game was being in Giants stadium for the first time, my eyes wandered to the crowd around me.
I like football. I like the attractive male fans just as much. However, during a game it can be tough to spot the difference between a good-looking fan and a closet douche bag (that sounds like another post...stay tuned). The two girls that sat directly in front of my friend and I were there with their husbands. Clearly from Jersey (I'm not a hater) sporting the classic Italian dark hair, curvy figure, too-late in the season to be a real tan, and diamonds on their left hands that I could only gawk at. Engagement rings and wedding bands that utterly sparkled in the sunlight. The kind of rings you see in Tiffany's ads and wish for when you blow out your candles.
I nudged my friend and words didn't even need to be exchanged - she saw the glitter too. The woman's lives that sat in front of us looked like the shiny packages that we hope for when it's our turn to open. Sometimes, however, no matter how big the diamond or pretty the picture, it's exactly the kind of life you hope to avoid.
The husbands upon a second glance, had a certain douche-baggery about them, which was later confirmed during a fight that they provoked with the fun drunks just two rows down - but that's beside my point.
When the men had left, the girls started talking, one started crying...a lot. Way more than is accepted at professional sporting events. Our ears perked. We just lucked out with front row seats to Jersey's version of One Life to Live. To make a long eavesdropped story short, the husband and wife fight all the time, ever since they bought the house according to her. She's not as happy, he just ignores her....blah blah blah. The consoling friend tells her that it'll be okay and whatever else to make her feel better. You could tell her friend had either been there before or just had consoled her too many times to come up with anything original.
From where I sat, initially their lives seemed like the kind of life I wanted. Spending time with a great guy on Sunday at a game with my gorgeous diamond on one hand and a great friend and her husband on the other. Looking a bit more closely, the grass isn't always greener - and in a lot of ways I wonder if the stadium was turned and she looked at my seat, she may gawk at the empty hand, time with my friends and the carefree approach to the day. You never know.
Gorgeous diamonds don't always equal a happy life (I mean, they don't hurt...) Look at the life you have. Someone elses will always look greener, but it really just depends on how deep you look. This particular telenovela at the Giants game really made me look at all the good things in my life and especially to hold out for what/who will just add to it and make my good-life list that much better.
Name 5 great things about your life (yes, you can) and forget about (at least if it's just for today) the things that you may green-eyed about.
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