As I woke up this morning, I realized that I was less than 24 hours away from returning to my beloved Cincinnati. (I can taste the Skyline and Greaters now.) I try and come back a few times a year and this weekend, besides coming back to see my family and friends...I get to see my beloved Bengals, live in action.
This week, I tried to turn my brain off from thinking about the game, as much as possible...mainly due to the goose egg in the wins column and the un-sexy football being played by the orange and black...but as I woke up today...thoughts began racing through my head. What was going to happen? Which team was going to show up? What am i having for breakfast? Is a jean's day at work today...I think so...or is that next week...no no, its definitely today...niiiiiice...Will Chad get his first TD? Will Carson have another solid performance???
Some people would wonder how these thoughts could pop into my head so early in the morning. Let me paint you a picture (it might be a little scary, so if you are pregnant or have a heart condition, I suggest you skip to the next paragraph)...in my bedroom, hanging directly over my bed is a large Cincinnati Bengals flag, to the right of my bed are my orange curtains, and on the wall opposite the flag is my orange modern art painting. To the left of my bed is my bookcase which holds my prized possession, my 2005 autographed Cincinnati Bengals helmet, signed by the entire team. Also on the bookshelf is a 6-pack of Hu-Dey beer, old SI articles of Chad and Carson, and a plethora of other Bengals merchandise. My name is Fielding...and I have a problem (this is where you go "hiiii Fielding"...)...I am addicted...to the Cincinnati Bengals (break down in tears).
As I walk to my bathroom to take a shower I have to pass the life size Tiger Suit that hangs up on the wall in my hallway. (I give it a high five...grrrrrraarrr). As I stand in my bathroom brushing my teeth, again I think to myself...what is going to happen on Sunday?...my first trip back to PBS since 2005. Is there anyway to tell??? No, no there is not...or is there?