Confessions of an NFL Stalker

Some may say that I have a bit of a thing for NFL quarterback AJ Feeley. Never heard of him? Probably because he's a back-up quarterback for the Eagles. And by back-up, I mean he backs-up the person who backs-up the actual quarterback. That's right, he's a 3rd-stringer. I've had this little crush on AJ for five years now, and this is why:Yesterday I went to the 49ers/Eagles game...it was a multi-tasking event, since I got to cheer on my 49ers and stare at AJ for 3.5 hours. In an effort to get a picture with him, we got to the game a couple of hours early. We immediately went down to the bleachers on the away-team side. And there he was. In all of his 6'4" glory. We stood and watched as he warmed up. Then, he started making his way into the tunnel to go to the locker room. I quickly walked over to that side of the bleachers.

There he was, not more than 10 feet away from me. We made eye contact. I knew this was it, I was going to get a picture with him. I was so focused that I failed to hear the security person-of-indeterminate-gender screaming at me. I wasn't actually doing anything wrong, and there were other people standing there, so I'm still not completely sure what was going on...but just as fast as my chance appeared, it went went away. Had I had 15 more seconds I would have gotten my picture...but I think 15 more seconds and I would have been escorted off the premises. We spent the rest of the game trying to figure out why exactly I was getting yelled at. Perhaps, just perhaps, it was because I was wearing a shirt that said this:Maybe I had that look in my eyes that said "stalker" and she/he thought I was going to jump over the guard rail, onto the field, and do something entirely inappropriate? Me? Never...