We found the restaurant we liked from the last time we went to Portland....the Old Port. We had some Scallops wrapped in Bacon (which I think were also covered in Maple Syrup....can you get any more New England than that???) some Clam Chowdah, and Hubby had Salmon and I had Fried Scallops. MMMMMMMM!!!
I had a great time watching three 20-year-olds learning how to eat lobster for the first time. I find it so hard to believe there are people in this world who have never had a lobster!! Who have never even SEEN a lobster!
After our scrumptious meal, we went over to the field for Jamie's game. By the time we got there, it was raining and the field looked like this:
It was very foggy all night but thankfully the rain only lasted for a little while and then stopped. Usually I'm the hearty New Englander who brings more warm clothes than you could possibly need but I was fooled this time by the bright sunshine in the morning and I was decidedly under-dressed. Good thing I brought along some nice wool socks to wear with my Berkenstock sandals. (seriously)
The game was fantastic! Jamie had one of the most exciting games of her career. She was hitting people with punishing tackles on defense and had some beautiful pass receptions on offense.
And she had THE play of the game. She's the receiver for the kick-off from the other team. When they kicked the ball it bounced in front of her then over her head. It's a live ball so she has to either grab it or fall on it before the other team gets it. Even though most of the team (and Hubby) were yelling for her to fall on it, she picked it up and started running with it.
AND. SHE. RAN. ALL. THE. WAY!
88 Yards for a Touchdown!
One of the most exciting plays in the sport of football.
And then she kicked her own extra point.
The games are so much more fun when your team is winning.....which they did.....13-8.
3 comments:
haha! Socks and birks. You ARE a new englander!
wow. weird. we commented on each other blog AT THE SAME TIME!!
Sounds like an exciting game and a GREAT meal!!!!
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