First of all, take a gander at your left index finger. See all those keys surrounding it? Now imagine typing with three extra cush band-aids on that finger and you’ll be where I’m am at this moment. Nothing much, just a little minor surgery while trying to cut the best canteloupe ever in the history of melons. I should have known something was up when the knife cut into the rind like butter.
That was just a lame excuse to excuse myself from typos.
ONTO THE GAME!
Cody and I are Utah fans. We piled into the car early Saturday morning and took the five hour drive up to Ann Arbor Michigan. I myself took a five hour sleep. Dramamine, mmm. My husband decided to wear a BRIGHT RED “take the big house” shirt.
Through the streets of Ann Arbor.
I walked 15 feet behind in case of projectiles. Punches were thrown, lives were threatened and OH THE FOUR LETTER WORDS!
Thank heavens my husband is a big man or someone may have thought it a good idea to throw him in a garbage can.
When we finally made it into the stadium with the other 108,000 fans, the trash talking began. Thankfully I was between my husband and another man of large stature who had the trash talk skills. Left unattended at a football game I would get my trash kicked.
Michigan scored first. OH that made those blue and maize people COCKY. Then Utah scored but missed their field goal. The Michigan fans were out of their MINDS! with trash talk. Then Utah scored again. And again.
I’ll tell you what. I would have never believed 108,000 people could be so quiet. So humbled. As soon as it was obvious Michigan was going to lose the fans began to bail. Michigan fans? You may be passionate (Hello! Getting married at a football game?), but loyalty seems to be optional. And you seriously have an unhealthy relationship with really cheesy high fives.
(Say hi to the little fetus Ute fan in the picture! And no, it’s not me!)