Just Livin' The Life of a Dallas Sports Blogger

Some people start a blog to keep up with family and friends who live hundreds of miles away. Some people start blogging to get a bunch of free stuff. Some people start a blog to get clothes and shoes. Some people start because they are fantastic writers, and know they will be successful. I started blogging in hopes of bringing females, a female perspective on the sports world. I wanted to be a Dallas sports blogger, with the hopes of ticket offers miraculously wafting through my email inbox. Although I only blog about sports 1-2 times per week now, my goals and dreams of the Dallas Cowboys and Tennessee Vols approaching me to be their official blogger still remain the same. Sigh. 
In the (sorta) words of Juicy J, "Ticketz a make her dance."
If you love tickets, like I do, DFW was the place to be this weekend with the Texas Rangers' Opening Day and the Duck Commander 500 at Texas Motor Speedway. I was one happy little girl to have tickets to both. Now my Rangers' tickets were standing room only, but the full day tailgate was half the fun! And for a minute, it felt like football season all over again.

  Shirt from HERE   Right as we started tailgating for the game, I had to say BRB to everyone because I had to run to a wedding. If you're a blogger and someone gets married in public right in front of you, and you don't go immediately and take pictures, I'm fairly certain your blogging card gets revoked. I didn't want to take that chance, so I bolted over to the tent next door. I'm a big fan of the tailgate wedding, for the record. 

Soon after, all of the wedding guests the Rangers fans headed into the game to root our team on! 

  I also managed to find my favorite MAVS Maniacs. These guys don't usually come to Rangers' games, so this was a treat to stumble on them. They seemed pretty tickled that someone recognized them as the Mavs Maniacs. Don't tell them I told you this, but they're kinda hard to miss... 

  Baseball is back, can't you see the happiness written all over my face?! Since I didn't have an actual seat for the game, CB (who gave up his seat with his friends to hang out with me... awwwwe) and I ducked into a bar on the second level. We benefited greatly from these seats as these kind people purchased us a Jägerbomb. Now, I haven't had one of these in a very long time, so CB and I split it. Good decision. 
I told them I was going to put their picture on the blog and help sell all of the Jägerbombs. See?Nonsense comments like that, yet another reason it was a good idea we split that shot... 

The Rangers lost, but they are still number one in our hearts. 
On Saturday, I had to get up, ignore my exhaustion level, and put my game face on all over again because it was time for the Duck Commander 500 at Texas Motor Speedway. I actually had great tickets for this event through a website I had signed up for a couple of years ago called Klout. I'd never received a Klout perk before, so I wasn't quite sure what to expect. When I arrived at the track though, I found out I'd won a "Super Perk", and would get to go to Victory Lane with 3 of my friends after the race. How cool is that?? 
I had been to an IndyCar, and a Nationwide Series race, but never an actual NASCAR race. I might have to just retire from attending any more races, because I'm certain anything going forward will pale in comparison. 

I promptly picked a driver to root for, #6 Trevor Bayne, because I had to represent a  KNOXVILLE boy! He didn't win. He finished in 18th place out of 43 drivers, but that's ok because I was still proud to be one of the few in the crowd that was reppin' #6.

And yes, the tag is still on my hat in this photo below. I promise I remembered to remove it for the race... 

I also had "The World's Best" Bloody Mary.

I'm not sure about, "The World's Best"... they must not have been to Anvil Pub in Deep Ellum. 

Pro Tip: If you go to the race, either bring Ear Plugs or rent a Scanner. Otherwise, you will be deaf when you leave. Loud doesn't even begin to describe the sound of the cars screaming through your ear drums for 334 laps.

The flyover right after the National Anthem...

After the race, the madness happened. We got to watch the winner, Jimmie Johnson, arrive and celebrate in Victory Lane. No big deal, just spent my Saturday night hanging out with Jimmie Johnson and the Duck Dynasty guys.

Texas shaped confetti. That is all.

I was too chicken to ask Willie for a picture. Whomp whomp. It was all press, so I didn't want to be that girl.

I did get to meet Jimmie though (first name basis now, duh), and take a picture with the trophy! It was about midnight and we had been there for 8 hours at this point, so excuse me looking like a goober!

Whew! This was a long post, but everything was equally important, too important to skip.

If you're up for a challenge, I know for a fact that CB and I are shown in a handful of the Victory Lane videos/photos from some of the different media outlets. But be warned, before you start digging, it was me and 3 of my guy friends that ventured down to Victory Lane... CB being one of the three....

See, there I am....... CB can't be far!
Muahahhaaa