Sunday, 5pm kickoff, Eastern Standard Time. NY Red Burps visit Toronto FC. First place tussle in MLS Eastern Conf.
My wife and I will attend the game and the forecast is for mostly sunny weather in the mid-to-high 20s Celsius. Shorts, sunscreen and sandals for sure.
We'll pack a sumptuous lunch in a hamper to enjoy in a lovely park near BMO Field on the Lake Ontario shoreline about two to three hours before kickoff.
I've prepared some lovely bits of leftover steelhead trout from yesterday's barbecue, along with mashed sweet potatoes and a spicy chutney of diced and sautéed vegetables - onions, garlic, sun-dried tomatoes, sweet pepper, zucchini and mushrooms. All to be enjoyed on toasted bread or baguette with cherry tomatoes grown in our garden. Take that, Jamie Oliver, you forkin' Mockney goner twaht.
Still contemplating our choice of beverages. Either gin and lemonade cocquetails or a zesty sangria with leftover red wine, fruit juices and a dash - OK, a serious splash - of brandy. All of which is spread out on a blanket and casually nibbled or sipped upon until near game time. Then we stash the leftovers in the car and begin the half mile walk into the stadium.
Oh, and a lovely spliff or two of tobacco and black hash to enjoy at our leisure. We'll dance to something very Canadian from Leisure Labs:
or this cover of an Alanis Morrisette classic:
They can stick their overpriced, everyday stadium hospitality deals where the sun don't shine. We've got this schitt covered.
Once we're in the grounds and finished with a pre-emptive piszs or two, we grab bottles of water - coffee in colder weather - and take them to our seats which we don't leave until the end of the game.
Yeah, so there you have it. A day out at yer typical MLS sawker game. Just sucks, don't it?
