"My condolences," my dad came back. I was proud.
We had what I thought were great seats--right by the 30, three rows back from the sideline (my father was frustrated when the linemen and linebackers went to the other side of the field, and with not being able to see all of the plays from so near the sideline, so he went onto the second deck halfway through practice). It's probably the last time I'll be that close to the field again, so I took quite a few pictures on the digital camera that I'll be sure to put up as soon as I can get them edited and uploaded.
Tedy Bruschi was back following a leg injury last year that kept him benched for much of the late season. He was given the warmest reception, and seemed to enjoy it. Adam Vinatieri didn't miss a single field goal in practice, and even seemed to have improved on kickoffs. Troy Brown and Antowaine Smith were their usual selves, but David Patten wasn't in uniform, which had me concerned (though he's often overshadowed by Brown, I think Patten is an ace in the hole).
Being the star that he is, Tommy couldn't have turned around to wave at his adoring public like some of the other guys, or he'd have been waving and not playing any football for the whole session. Still, the situation was not helped by several drunken, or possibly just plain stupid, idiots in the next section who kept screaming obnoxious things to players the entire time. They ruined it for everyone else, because by the second hour of their continued screaming, none of the players turned toward the stands anymore. Alas, I might have had a moment with my Tommy if not for them. Although Kellie and I are planning to go to practice tomorrow, and there may be an autograph session, so hopefully that'll make up for the situation tonight.
From what I saw of him, Tommy looked good, anyway. Duh.