One of the things my buddy and I love most about the winter, aside from the holidays, is attending our local football games in the cold. There is something odd, yet fun about the whole experience, especially when it snows. Watching the team as they plow through a field of snow just seems to add to the experience. We 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. We all wear our fan gear, and are usually dressed from head to toe in our team’s colors. Last year we were at a game in late December 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 ten rows back. It was so cold that day that the coffee I bought at the start of the third quarter was frozen solid be the time the fourth quarter began. That was one game that had me wishing we had just stayed home and watched the game in the basement. At least there we could have cranked up the furnace, or at least got a fire going in the little pot-bellied stove we have down there. It was so cold that I think even with both the stove and the furnace going that we still would have been cold. We endured the game, but at the end of the game, I was sure ready for some heat.