Last night, we headed to Anderson University for the Night Practice Party to celebrate the end of Colts Training Camp. The girls had a great time at Colts City, as usual, and I enjoyed an up close & personal look at our boys in blue on the practice field.
We watched them run drills, scrimmage and chat, in a fun, relaxed environment. That’s my favorite part of training camp—while the rookies & 2nd line players are busting their butt to prove themselves, the guys we already know & love are just out there having a great time, getting back into gear for the season.
They have a much more casual attitude, and you can just see the love of the game on their faces. Towards the end of practice, we hung out by the fence in hopes of catching a few autographs.
We haven’t been very successful at it in the past, but we carried our autograph football & fave jerseys, just in case. The hubby would love to have Peyton Manning’s Superbowl jersey autographed. I, of course, am constantly stalking Reggie Wayne. We wandered along the fence and watched a bunch of guys we don’t know (yet?) sign footballs & posters.
Then, I saw the crowd.
It was obviously a major player so we headed that direction with our football. When I saw Reggie Wayne along the fence, I pretty much tossed everything at my family and ran. The crowd was huge & mostly filled with guys much bigger than I. The hubby managed to squeeze in with our football, but I was determined to get my jersey signed too.
I stood off the side of the crowd, leaned my cleavage over the fence and yelled, “Reggie! Big fan, right over here.” He looked at me, grinned and went back to signing autographs. But, when he finished the section he was working, Reggie Wayne—yes, that one!—walked over to me, took my jersey and signed what appears to be his name. Sometimes? Being a girl is awesome.
And, that is the story of how my boobs got an autographed Reggie Wayne jersey.
Way to work it, Girlfriend!!!