Bullet Points

1. We had a rainy rehearsal tonight, but we were mostly inside the stadium^, so it wasn't so bad. Despite everything on the webpage and in the papers we had to sign stating that cell phones/cameras are not allowed at rehearsals, and by NO MEANS inside the stadium, many many people were not-so-surreptitiously snapping away inside. I am a good girl with a major guilt complex, so I did not take mine in. So this is all you get.

2. My official job is now "Cable Feeder". It's dirty, dirty work:
3. Some of that is grass stains, from the sinfully lush grass on the playing field. They had "The Tray" in tonight, so we got to see and walk around on (covered mostly with tarps, however) Superbowl Grass. I never thought I would covet grass, but damn. This guy does it. This is his 42nd Superbowl. He's a tough little dude. You don't mess with his grass, but I'm still trying to orchestrate a "fall" so I can roll around on it. It's that nice.

4. Cap told another genius story tonight, about growing up in rural Tennessee. When he was six years old, he was playing on the family farm when he saw a sharecropper plowing a field with his mule. He approached the man and told him that he wanted to learn how to plow with the mule. The sharecropper obliged and let him grab the plow handles and assisted him as he drove a few rows. When they were done, Cap noted that his rows were crooked and wobbly, whereas the sharecroppers rows were "as straight as the yard lines on this football field". Cap asked the sharecropper why this was. The reply?

"You have to pick a point and *aim* for it. Otherwise, you're just following the Ass."

Sage Words.