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Tuesday, October 27, 2009
College Football World Tour - ND v USC
Sorry, I've been missing in action. It is for a good reason, I assure you. Lately, I've been busy with work, Word To Em.com, and of course, my College Football World Tour 2009. So far, I've been to the Michigan vs. Western Michigan and Michigan vs. Notre Dame games, both at Michigan Stadium, one of the largest in the country. However, this past week, I got to go see Notre Dame against the USC Trojans. My first time down to Indiana to see any kind of college football game. I am not really a fan of either team, but my girl Katie got the tickets, and I'm ALWAYS down for whatever, especially since I am addicted to college football. Unfortunately, my other photos didn't come out well, so Photoshop and I are going on a two-week date. I had to post this photo, though. My savior and Lord, Jesus and me, tailgating the game. Or should I say...TOUCHDOWN JESUS! That's how I know God is a football fan. Instead of the freezing rain and all clouds we were supposed to get, nothing but sunshine and lollipops for this lovely Saturday.
My boy J.P. hosted me as we traveled across ND's pristine campus. It was amazing to go into the Basilica. We even went past Corby's, the bar where they filmed "Rudy" in. College football royalty indeed. So thank you, Jesus! Thank you for creating football! TOUCHDOWN JESUS!!
That dying for our sins thing is kinda cool, too.
I love saying Touchdown Jesus. But now it makes me feel kind of bad. I've whipped MANY an ass for talking trash about my beloved Cornhuskers. He did not create football for me to cause as much havoc. I've hospitalized TWO people for saying my Huskers sucked. I'm working on that one, Lord. Maybe you could help us SCORE SOME TOUCHDOWNS so I don't have to hurt people when my Huskers lose.
Speaking of my Huskers, THAT'S THE NEXT STOP!! Nebraska vs Oklahoma!! Screw the Sooners!! I'm SOOOOOO excited!!!
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
I Have GOT to stop drinking so much...
Luckily, this doesn't really concern me. The title, I mean. I don't have a drinking problem. Not at all.
This past weekend, I had a blast. I'm talking football up to the ceiling, booze filled tailgates, and birthday parties. Drove to Michigan State for the football game. It was an absolute blast, except for the fact I was late for the GOOD part of tailgate. I didn't mind that so much, because after the game, I drove to Detroit to see my baby and celebrate her birthday. That proved to be less of a problem than I thought. See, I am a VERY paranoid driver. Ever since I flipped my car this past winter, I have been the worst driver on the road. Overly careful, driving slow in the pass lane, driving 5 miles below the speed limit, regardless of the weather. I have basically become everything I hate about drivers, all because of that tramatic experience.
What do I do to offset those bad feelings? Well, THIS time, I knocked down a pint of Jack Daniels! And it was good, too. So an hour passes, MSU pulls out a huge victory over Michigan, and I head to Detroit. I feel so much better driving now, that little bit helped take the edge off. I get to Detroit in record time, just in time for my lady friend to tell me she has to do homework and study and I should not distract her. HA! When I get there, everyone in the house is ready to party. Captain Morgan makes an appearance, the beer pong table is brought out, so the party has started.
Fast forward through shots, more shots, mixed drinks and birthday cake. The party is shutting down, sometime about 3 in the morning. A guest who was definitely staying the night is on the floor, passed out. You know I had to pick him up and put him on the couch. He's incoherent and as soon as I move from dumping him on the sofa, he begins to projectile vomit on himself. I immediately sober up and help take care of the poor guy. We clean the mess the best we could, or until I got fed up with it, and just left him to lie in his own mess. As I walk upstairs to go to sleep, this guy on the couch with the t-shirt stained in vomit whispers, "I have got to stop drinking so much."
You think?
Ah, yes. I am in college again. Lovely.
This past weekend, I had a blast. I'm talking football up to the ceiling, booze filled tailgates, and birthday parties. Drove to Michigan State for the football game. It was an absolute blast, except for the fact I was late for the GOOD part of tailgate. I didn't mind that so much, because after the game, I drove to Detroit to see my baby and celebrate her birthday. That proved to be less of a problem than I thought. See, I am a VERY paranoid driver. Ever since I flipped my car this past winter, I have been the worst driver on the road. Overly careful, driving slow in the pass lane, driving 5 miles below the speed limit, regardless of the weather. I have basically become everything I hate about drivers, all because of that tramatic experience.
What do I do to offset those bad feelings? Well, THIS time, I knocked down a pint of Jack Daniels! And it was good, too. So an hour passes, MSU pulls out a huge victory over Michigan, and I head to Detroit. I feel so much better driving now, that little bit helped take the edge off. I get to Detroit in record time, just in time for my lady friend to tell me she has to do homework and study and I should not distract her. HA! When I get there, everyone in the house is ready to party. Captain Morgan makes an appearance, the beer pong table is brought out, so the party has started.
Fast forward through shots, more shots, mixed drinks and birthday cake. The party is shutting down, sometime about 3 in the morning. A guest who was definitely staying the night is on the floor, passed out. You know I had to pick him up and put him on the couch. He's incoherent and as soon as I move from dumping him on the sofa, he begins to projectile vomit on himself. I immediately sober up and help take care of the poor guy. We clean the mess the best we could, or until I got fed up with it, and just left him to lie in his own mess. As I walk upstairs to go to sleep, this guy on the couch with the t-shirt stained in vomit whispers, "I have got to stop drinking so much."
You think?
Ah, yes. I am in college again. Lovely.
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