Everyone’s getting their bathroom done these days, self included. I’ve been looking for contractors on and off for the last few months, and have finally signed both a contract and a large check. Remodelling starts on Monday and finishes in a week. Here’s the project description that I submitted to a few contractors, you’ll see in-progress and after pictures here soon enough.
On Sunday some friends came down from Vancouver for a trip to the Seahawks vs Falcons game. With this, I’ve now completed the North American professional sports quadfecta: NFL, MLB, NBA, and, of course, NHL. Random thoughts of the football newbies? Football stadiums are huge. Hearing the roar in QWest field was intimidating. It wasn’t at full capacity of 67 thousand, but being the first home game of the season it sure felt like at least 60. Probably old hat to most Americans, but for an idea where I’m coming from, GM Place in Vancouver seats no more than 20k for a Canucks game, and even Safeco Field (Mariners baseball) seats at most around 47k. B.C. Place (home of the B.C. Lions) seats 60k but I doubt it’s ever been much more than half full for a Lions game. While huge, QWest also has the lousiest concession service I’ve ever seen in any sporting stadium. Manh and I went to get a hot dog a couple of minutes before halftime and ended up missing most of the third quarter due to food shortage, machine breakdown and sheer incompetence.
Football fans are just about as entertaining as baseball fans. Random discussion occured between us and the guy next to us about whether the Seahawks were there to dance ballet, play Canadian rugby, or play real football. Observations about the sheer bulk of Atlanta players were shared. People wearing Michael Vick jerseys were mocked and ridiculed, while fans a few rows away dressed in Batman, Superman, and Spiderman costumes were cheered. (I think the Hulk was also there, but green body paint and fake eyebrows alone do not the Hulk make.) Then there was the guy in front of us who showed up at half time so drunk that at the end of the game he topped forward head first over two rows of seats and smacked his forehead on the concrete. (I think he was okay. At least his girlfriend seemed calm about it, even though he couldn’t count the fingers held in front of his face.) As for the game itself, football appeals to me a lot more than baseball and basketball. It’s not quite up there with hockey yet, and I still don’t understand the rules, but I’ll give it a few more tries. Oh, and the Seahawks won!
