November 24, 2009


Okay, I will admit that I have been so pumped for this game since we moved here--it was on my calendar for a month. There was no way I was going to miss this. It's all I wanted to see. I was like a kid on Christmas busting out the Bob Sanders jersey, waiting to see my boys show New England what's up. I got up and went to the grocery store in my Colts jersey, made breakfast in my Colts jersey, wore my Colts jersey to the park. After I didn't immediately get ran over at the grocery, I think I'm good and New England can handle it. Ugh.

Ryan and I decided to go out for the game. We end up at a place called Rivalries, which is appropriate and completely hysterical at the same time. So we show up for the game a bit early and one of the guys working at the bar says to me jokingly, "We don't serve Colts fans here" and I give the obligatory smile and nod.

I've always heard that Pats fans are assholes but experiencing it first hand is quite different. I had really no preconceived notions about how I would be treated and furthermore, I thought they'd go easy on my because I'm a girl and cute. I will give credit--one guy gives me the "What's that about" look and I explain that we have just moved to Portland from Indianapolis and he gives me the pass. One other guy came in with his wife all decked out in Pats gear and we had a non-verbal mutual understanding that we were cool. Later in game he became Pats Super Fan and was rooting for every first down or even an inch that the Pats moved.

Subsequently, he became a heckler. We sat in the bar area which has an open ceiling to the upstairs. Someone booed me, another told me to go home, which I was a bit surprised at because I am a female. I mean Ryan didn't go in parading the Colts gear, but I did think I would be treated a little nicer.

I stand by my team the entire time and Ryan has no faith in my Nap Town boys. I am yelling the entire fourth quarter and I'm sure Ryan was utterly embarrassed to be seen with me. As we all know, my boys pull of the victory against the Pats and I have to remind the others in the bar to check the scoreboard, as they had been telling me all game.

I wanted to cry I was so happy. The Colts showing the Pats what's what right after we move here and to make it a suspenseful game at that! I have never been more proud to wear a Colts jersey.

To the Pats' fans credit, one guy came up post-game and told me it was really respectable for me to wear a Colts jersey to the bar in New England, but that doesn't make me respect Pats fans any more.

Go horse!

November 17, 2009

The Backstory

I met Ryan late December, 2008 randomly in Indianapolis. It happened to be a good friend's birthday but I was pursuaded to go out with other friends prior to the birthday event. We were in touch for a bit and then in February he asked me out. On our very first date he had told me all about his recent vacation to Maine. He and his friends had gone on a big cross country excursion and he told me that someday he would like to move to Maine. I think nothing of it, really.

As it turned out, Ryan and I hit it off amazingly well. Summer came along and he suggested we go to Maine and kayak with his best friend and his wife. I had never been before but was anxious to try so I say okay. We visited Maine in July and Ryan proposed during our kayak trip at sunset. I said yes! Ryan shows me all around Portland and we enjoy the rest of our week. Upon return to Indianapolis, I figure that Ryan and I have been in ten airports in the five months that we've been together and I joke that we should get married there.

So we get back to Indy and Ryan keeps dropping hints about moving. Ryan ends up getting laid off in August and suggests that if we can sell the house, we should move. I have a printing and design background, but was working as a commercial real estate broker (we all know how that's going) and was ready for a change so I was game.

November 4, 2009

The Beginning

My notions of Maine have always involved L.L. Bean, lobster, bathrooms with white pine beadboard and coastal summer cottages with round French country dining tables. Oh, and snow—lots of snow. Now that I, a born and bred Hoosier, have been whisked away by my husband and moved 1,000 miles from Indianapolis, those notions may or may not change. Time will tell.