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January 15, 2006
What Monster Trucks don't have
Joel tried very hard to get tickets for the Superbowl of Motorsports for him and Josiah, Andy and Gideon, and John and Kaitlyn. The tickets sold out before Joel could make up his mind. He was very sad. He's always wanted to see monster trucks mostly just to see the crowd react. I think he's always had this desire but then he read Crabby's entry with the amazing history of comments and he just had to be a part of the emotion when a big truck with even bigger tires smashes cars like ours in it's wake.
Oh well. We all said. Joel had tickets for the Hawks game last night and we knew it was fun to take them fam. I was also skeptical that Josiah would be scared to death of the monster trucks and we knew that he always has a good time holding thunder sticks and cheering for the Hawks.
As we pulled into the Marta parking lot there were no spaces. The Superbowl of Motorsports had filled the parking lot with large 4x4's. Some with mud, some squeaky clean. We paid for our tokens and white outnumbered black this time wating for the eastbound train. Many mouths with dip, much overly straightened blonded hair, camo, nextel cell phones (dude, it's like a walkie-talkie!), and big belt buckles. I think all of Paulding county was there. Joel the antagonist said to me in a loud voice so others would hear, "I don't think these people know this train goes to Alabama!" My silly husband.
On the train a couple from Carollton was getting the 411 from a student that lived downtown about what stop to get off. It was classic. He said, "Yeah, monster trucks, I think I went to one of those things when I was 8." hehehe.
We headed the opposite direction of the truck crowd and up to Philips Arena. We found crowded seats and at half time decided to go to the other side where it was empty. As we packed up the halftime show started and it was a marching, dancing drum troop. Holy Cow. My son was mezmorized.
It was a wonderful thing to see. Better than watching the Hawks lose again. They danced
and the rhythm made you move like an early Janet Jackson video. Josiah mostly stood very still, but he did take little moments to flail his arms around like he was playing a big drum. After we moved to the empty section(thanks to a kind usher) we had a nicer time moving around. About 15 minutes later the whole drum troop came and sat down in position in the aisles across from us! They were to play the little riffs inbetween plays like the "De-fense!" and the "Let's Go Ha-awks!" cheers. Josiah was waaay excited at first and then they started playing. The volume was overwhelming for him especially since it was way past his bedtime. The rest of the game he snuggled against Joel's legs, fingers in his ears, watching the drum troop in awe. He would occasionally say, "It's loud, I'm scared." but he wasn't really scared, he was just a little intimidated. My 3 year old doesn't know the word intimidated yet.
Another cool thing was that the Hawks made it to overtime. Then promptly lost. It's ok, if they were a good team we wouldn't have a whole empty section to spread all our kiddie gear out. Philips Arena also has a women's room that has a one way window at the end where we were. I coaxed Josiah to the potty by telling him he could look out the windows and wash his hands at the same time.
A great time was had by all. It's fun to take Marta. It's fun to see all the hip fashionable young black kids talk about the Hawks. Josiah reaching forward in his train seat to pet the ladies fur coat in front of him "it's not the petting zoo." I whisper. It's fun to get thundersticks and see all the fun things happen around you. Of course my eyes are bad. I can't read the numbers or names on the guys jerseys.
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