Sno Cone of Luv

Hello all, I’m typing this having just gotten back home from watching the Outback Bowl. I have no idea when I will be able to post this, though, considering I haven’t had an internet connection since yesterday morning. So it goes. As far as the game is concerned, I realized as I was walking back home – listening to Nine Inch Nails “With Teeth” along the way to ease whatever frustrations may have built up – that as much a I would like to go on about getting screwed, it’s pretty difficult to do when we were outplayed for three quarters. Any complaints would just sound like sniveling, so I’ll just leave it at that.

As fun as it was getting to watch the Hawks today, I can’t say that my viewing experience was entirely pleasurable. Late in the first quarter, just as all shiny, happy feelings had nearly evaporated, things took a distinct turn for the worse. I don’t know, maybe there was a neon sign above my head buzzing and blinking, “YES, I WOULD LIKE SOME SALT FOR THOSE WOUNDS OF MINE, PLEASE!” I figure that must have been the case, because why at that point did an Ohio State – ahem, THE Ohio State – fan have to come sit next to me? Of all of the teams in the Big Ten to have a fan at the Woolshed in Dublin, why did it have to be an O.S.U. fan? If you said the answer to that question is because Michigan fans don’t travel that far unless it’s to the Rose Bowl, then you win a prize!

Sure, the guy wasn’t terrible. He was rooting for the Hawks, which almost made the running commentary on “all of the eye candy” in Dublin bearable. However, after a running into the kicker penalty and the second comment from Mr. Buckeye to my right about how the Big Ten was “nice because there were as many white players as black ones”, I REALLY was ready to be alone again. Thankfully, he left midway through the third quarter. It was shortly thereafter that things seemed to turn around for my Hawks. Coincidence? I think not.

Despite the outcome of the game, it’s not all doom and gloom here in Dublin. An Iowa victory would just have been icing on the cake for me. Now that it is January – happy new year, by the way! – I can officially begin telling people that Jenniffer will be here at the end of the month. She’s even purchased her tickets already, and will arrive on Monday the 30th. Eleven weeks down, four to go. Piece of cake, right?

As I type: Listening to Morphine “Yes”