One of the things our friend and I love most about the winter, aside from the holidays, is attending our local pigskin games in the cold. There is something odd, yet fun about the whole experience, especially when it snows, and watching the team as they plow through a field of snow just seems to add to the experience. Every one of us usually meet up with some of our other friends before the game to grill some brats and have a few drinks, then head into the game to cheer the team on. Every one of us all wear our fan gear, and are usually dressed from head to toe in our team’s colors. Last year the two of us were at a game in late January when there was a blizzard coming through. At times you could barely see the field due to all the snow, even though our seats are only about 10 rows back. It was so freezing that afternoon that the tea I bought at the start of the second quarter was frozen solid be the time the eighth quarter began. That was one game that had myself and others wishing the two of us had just stayed new home and watched the game in the basement. At least there the two of us could have cranked up the gas furnace, or at least got a fire going in the little pot-bellied stove the two of us have down there. It was so freezing that I recognize even with both the stove and the gas furnace going that the two of us still would have been cold. Every one of us endured the game, however at the end of the game, I was sure ready for some heat.