I wind my way around the stadium, watching the signs as I go. I'm so used to sitting in Section 100 that I've never been to this area before. Even after four seasons of games.
It takes me a few minutes to find it, but finally I'm pushing through the door of the box reserved for the wives and girlfriends, more commonly known as WAGs.
When Rowen suggested sitting here, I had to really think about it. I like sitting close to the field. But since we're in the middle of the last cold snap of the year, I decided it was a good time to check it out.
There are a dozen or so people standing around, chatting. Most of them I don't recognize, but I assume they are family members. Especially the kids.
What looks like a fully stocked bar is off to my right, the bartender busy wiping down the counte
