38-31
So HOW 'BOUT THAT WOLFPACK! Vicki and I sat in the rain and we were cold and wet, but what an incredible game! I was amazed that, in spite of the rain, Carter-Finley was full and loud for the whole game.In other news, I got a new wallet. I decided it was time to put away the keychain wallet thingy from college, and consolidated that, my wallet that I kept cash in, and my checkbook. 
This has been a difficult adjustment, since you all know how well I do with change...
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27
Happy birthday, little brother. I miss you!
Labels: family
45-14
Today was a perfect day. I slept in, got to see the Clemson/Boston College game, then headed to Carter-Finley to cheer on my Wolfpack. I was there to see Russell Wilson break the NCAA record for passes thrown without an interception (329). I also got free chapstick at the stadium. There's a cool breeze blowing, and I saw some leaves falling on the way home. There is nothing better than Saturdays in the fall!
Labels: football
season 5
I will be out of commission from 7:55 pm to 9:05 pm tonight. I'm sorry if this is inconvenient, but that's just the way things are.
It's all about priorities, people...Labels: random
65-7
What a great night for football! Yes...I KNOW we played a glorified high school team . Just let me have this...OK? I really need it after last week...It was military appreciation day at Carter-Finley...so we really missed Lt. John. 
Rachael came and sat in his Vaughn Towers seat. She acted like she was paying attention the whole time. 
We pretended he was with us...and then snagged him a few Wolfpack rice krispy treats and a new angry cup (for when we go back to playing Division 1A teams in a few weeks).At halftime they unfurled a giant flag while the band did a medley of the armed forces songs and God Bless America. Pretty cool, huh?
HOW 'BOUT THAT PACK?!?!
Labels: family, football
8 years
8 years might be a long time. Or perhaps it's a short time. Either way, it's not long enough to forget...
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counter culture
Hannah invited me to the Duke game on Saturday night. It was the first time I'd been to Wallace-Wade stadium since our youth group went sometime around 1992. I stood in my closet for a long time trying to find something blue. It turns out that the only blue thing I have is a long sleeved hoodie...so I rolled up the sleeves and "glistened" until the sun went down. I did, however, wear my Wolfpack watch and carry my Wolfpack pocketbook. Never let it be said that I'm lacking in the "team spirit" department.I had a great time...but it was certainly different.There were just as many Duke shirts as not. There may have been 50 members of the marching band. Ticketed seats aren't really enforced. No one in the stadium actually watches the game. There's no first down cheer...and we didn't get to sing "go to hell, Carolina" (although I don't think they would have minded so much...). Come to think of it...I don't know that I heard a fight song the whole night...I got really excited when we left in the third quarter to go to Elmo's for a Greek Grilled Cheese. But they close at 10:00 and we got there at 9:59. Oh well. There's always next time...
Labels: football, friends
letdown
So we went to the game. Carter-Finley was packed and the fans were excited. Then kickoff happened.I'm disappointed. Frustrated. And just plain ILL.No, we didn't make plays that we should have. No, the offense didn't throw the ball down the field (they opted for the short bootleg-to-the-right play EVERY OTHER DOWN). My main complaint was that when we finally got some momentum going, the refs (from the SEC, I might add) would either make dumb calls or ignore the obvious ones. All things considered, it was still a great night for football. There was a cool breeze, the full moon rose over the eastern side of the stadium, and Russell made it through the game with his knees intact. My wonderful Gator fan friend Lindsay went with me to the game:
She may have worn a Wolfpack shirt...but she was cheering for her conference all the way. I think she looks good in red.I will be sulking in my office for the rest of the afternoon. Perhaps I should see how much chocolate it takes to make the pain go away...
Labels: football, friends
