I've become obsessed with the Blue Angels. Going to their practices is about the coolest thing you can do in Pensacola. I've gone to two so far and Matt thinks I'm a junkie. Matt doesn't get it because he hasn't gone yet - but I think he's going to take a day off in June so that he can. I'm pretty excited about it. I also intend on taking everyone who comes to visit to a practice just so I have another excuse to go. Even though I don't really need an excuse because last time I went I went by myself just because I wanted to go so badly.
I think the best part of the show is when you can't see them - you're just twirling around trying to figure out where they're gonna come from and the BOOM! they fly right over you and you nearly poo your pants because it's so loud. And then you get so excited because you were just so surprised that ANOTHER ONE COMES OUT OF NOWHERE! And you're like touche, Blue Angels, touche.
It's like reliving the Fourth of July every time you see them. When they fly by super fast you just want to say, "God Bless America". I think Matt is a little disappointed that the Army doesn't have anything that evokes this feeling from me. I still love my little solider man anyways.
Since there are no professional sport teams in Pensacola the Blue Angels are kinda like the home team. Which I kinda like because you don't have to change your allegiance from one team to another. I always hated it when we were in Atlanta when people didn't understand why we weren't Falcons fans. I always said to them if THEY moved to Chicago would THEY because Bears fans? Of course not. You stick with your team. Well, I've never had a Thunderbirds or Blue Angels preference before. Now I do.
On Wednesdays when they practice you can go into the Naval Aviation Museum and meet the pilots and get autographs, pictures,
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