Guess where I will Be Watching UFC 90?

If anyone had asked me Sunday where I would be watching UFC 90, I would have unhesitatingly said "Chicago, at the Allstate Arena." 

That was before spending hours on the computer and then the phone trying to find acceptable tickets.

This time, due to the generosity of my long suffering husband Mel, I was going to be able to be accompanied by not only him, a NASCAR fan, and three fans as rabid about MMA as myself: youngest son Steven, grandson Cody and Cody's mother and Steven's ex-wife Anita, but we were going to go early and stay two nights.

Talk about excitement. Yeah! My first outing in years, to my favorite type UFC event, in Chicago a place close enough to drive in my new van (thank you so much Mom), with my four favorite people in the world! Wow. Nothing could beat that.

And apparently nothing will, because in spite of my best attempt, unless I can become the first  bionic grandmother I cannot go. They do not have handicapped seating available.

Well, that was disappointing. After hearing the quotes on the seats that remained to be purchased, I would have to pay as much per person as I spent on the tickets I had to the second Ohio event last year which I had to give away--$1450.00. A little much considering I would still have to finesse stairs. Oh well . . .

This is just a case of poetic justice to which I ascribe for others and may as well apply to myself. For missing the many events that offered handicapped seating that my family tried to talk me into and I abstained from for reasons of crippling agoraphobia, this truly serves me right.

But I will still watch Patrick Cote fight Anderson Silva sitting as close as I want to the TV set, we will still have pizza and cokes, and the kids will have hot-wings. We will yell our heads off for our favorites,  will go to sleep early and Misty our overweight Akita dog will try to steal the chicken bones while everyone is distracted. It will all be OK after all.

A bigger plus: Grandma Dee can wear her pajamas. It's all good, as Steven likes to say.

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