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And if you hang around long enough, Stage 6: The emotional Andy. That’s not the prettiest Andy. She could end up fighting someone, literally! Or crying the whole night.
We stepped back from Kyle and handed him his ticket, making our way to the stadium. It’s so big! Looking up in awe, yep, I’m tipsy alright.
“You girls drunk?” Kyle laughed at us both.
We both shook our heads no, “Not yet!” Andy winked over her shoulder and walked on towards the doors. We handed over our tickets to the people and we got an escort to our seats, which are right down on the pitch.
Like I literally just have to hop the fence and I’m on the grass. This is crazy!
I’m wearing my jeans and a top. Andy said I can’t wear the jersey Delilah got me because she doesn’t have a jersey, but Kyle is wearing his. She didn’t want to feel left out so I didn’t wear it.
The stadium was packed with people for ten minutes before the players came from the tunnel. We were with the crowd, Kyle prefers it to the box seats, he likes the interaction and whatnot.
I wouldn’t know what to do if he wasn’t here, this is my first NFL game. So far, it’s pretty cool.
Pointing upwards to what looks like the box seats below the screen. “That’s where all the WAGS sit, usually Knox has tickets up there for games, but I prefer actually watching the game.
The girls up there usually are taking selfies with each other or are on calls,” he rolled his eyes, causing both Andy and I to cackle.
Looking around at the masses of people, a lot of them are wearing number 13, Knox’s number with his name written on the back. Especially the girls.
Knox is the Quarterback for the Giants, and according to Kyle, is the best one in the game. Hearing loads of them talking about how hot he is, blah blah blah. I rolled my eyes at them.
Overhearing a few conversations about him, “I heard this is near his section! He has two, one down here and one up in the box area where all the WAGS are! I want to be a WAG!” one girl cried desperately.
“Did you catch his new commercial? One word: sexy!” The usual chorus of, “He’s still single, so I’m going to make sure the camera catches me so he can see me on the big screen!” elicits a chuckle from me.
Our section is teeming with girls, not that Kyle or Andy notice they’re too busy flirting with each other. Ugh!
The crowd starts to roar, particularly the females, and I glance toward the tunnel to see if the players are emerging. There’s no movement, but the noise is soon drowned out by a voice I know all too well.
I swivel to face the jumbotron at one end of the field and there it is-Knox’s new Calvin Klein underwear commercial. The screams from the desperate females behind me should’ve been a dead giveaway.
Rolling my eyes and laughing, I lean back into my seat, unable to tear my gaze from the screen.
The camera pans slowly up his tantalizing six-pack, perfectly tanned, to his hairless and silky smooth chest. As the camera continues its journey upward, the screams intensify until they reach his face.
His seductive smirk, aimed directly at the camera, sends the girls into a frenzy. The screams crescendo as the camera zooms out to reveal the bulge in his underwear.
“That’s probably a sock.” I comment, causing Kyle to burst into laughter.
“You’re probably the only girl who thinks that, Sis!” He playfully slaps my shoulder. The screams reach a fever pitch as the camera zooms back in on his eyes-those damn eyes!
Wait! No, no!
Stop that!
The commercial ends with his signature wink and smile, causing the entire stadium to swoon.
As the commercial transitions, sighs echo around the field, and I notice all the females with their phones pointed at the screen.
I have to admit, he looked good in the commercial, but I’d never say that to him or out loud, for that matter.
The stadium speakers blare music, igniting a cheer in the crowd-mainly squeals from the girls. Rolling my eyes, everyone rises to their feet.
That’s when I know the teams are making their grand entrances. With drinks in our hands, Kyle pulls us to our feet and I look out onto the field.
The Giants emerge, screaming and bouncing off each other, psyching each other up for the game. It takes me a moment, but I spot Knox running out, helmet in hand, a focused look on his face.
He slaps hands with one of the guys, smiling at him. He walks over to a less crowded spot and scans the crowd. His eyes meet mine and he smiles.
I return the smile and he lifts his hand to wave at us.
That’s when the high-pitched squeals assault my ears, “OH MY GOD, he waved over here! OH MY GOD!”
Jesus, relax. I wave back and the two girls behind me voice their obnoxiously stupid opinions at me, while Kyle and Andy chat amongst themselves.
“Hey, he was waving at us! Not you!”
I turn around, smirk, and reply confidently, “You wish, bitches,” earning me a glare, which I return in kind.
This is what happens when I drink-I get super feisty. Actually, I’m feisty when I’m sober, too.
Then the Chargers run onto the field and I immediately lock eyes with Travis as he runs out. He waves at me, too. Knox sees this and glares at him.
They both smile at me and I take my seat. Kyle turns to me, “You know Travis?”
I nod, taking a gulp of my drink, “Yeah, he dropped off the tickets. Really nice guy!”
“He didn’t try anything with you, did he?”
I shake my head, and Andy butts in to discuss his visit.
“He gave her his number! He’s so hot! When is his Calvin Klein underwear commercial going to air?” she teases Kyle, who huffs in annoyance.
“Or better yet, when is your commercial coming on?” she winks, causing Kyle to grin and whisper something flirty in her ear. I can tell by the way she giggles at him.
Ugh, I hate being the third wheel! She’s definitely drunk and skipped a few stages. Let’s hope she doesn’t pick a fight tonight.
Settling back in our seats, we watch them warm up. Knox sneaks glances at us, though they’re not very sneaky.
Then he jogs over to one of the guys with an earpiece and speaks into the attached microphone. He maintains eye contact with me while Andy and Kyle are too busy to notice.
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