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we went to the Chicago area today to meet friends and see kalamazoo play benedictine. total fucking nail-biter. We pulled it out 34-31. there was this goddamn glorious thing in the third (?) quarter -- first down of the possession, on the one-yard line, QB passes and the receiver runs 92 FUCKING YARDS FOR THE TOUCHDOWN. hey, there are my capital letters. I screamed so hard I actually got a little light-headed.
at one point this running back from the other team (there was only one set of bleachers, on the home side, which was weird) came off the field and started screaming something like "you're a bunch of motherfucking pussies, I can't stand this fucking bullshit," which would probably have come off worse if he hadn't had at least 3/4 of the total yardage. if you're that good I think you have some right to bitch out the other players, especially if they're your offensive line and they aren't keeping the other team's puny defenders off your ass.
(a brief digression for those without football knowledge: we are division 3. this means our players are about half the size of their division 1 counterparts [i.e. michigan, alabama, usc, big famous schools whose fans have caused you annoyance in the past], not to mention smaller than the players for some high schools. they should not be that difficult to stop even if you are roughly the same size, because they are not all that strong. just grab them and fall down. for comparison purposes, the average pro football player is about twice the size of his division 1 counterpart. well, not literally, more like in terms of relative muscle mass, but you get what I mean. this is why you don't see exhibition games between college and pro teams; you might think a really good college team could beat, say, the lions or browns, and skill-wise you would be right, but the size differential means the game wouldn't last a quarter before all the college players would be on their way to the hospital.)
penalty for all this fun was driving about three and a half hours home. night-driving is hard for me, not so much because I can't see in the dark (though I'm not so great at it) but because I see halos/starbursts around lights at night, which is apparently related to me having huge pupils. Unfortunately, Charles was very tired, so we decided that "squinty" is better than "asleep." that was fun! I wish I had some of those drugs they mention in that article that make your pupils smaller, like in eyedrop form so I could use them before driving.
I was not nearly as sleepy as Charles but I wanted to be sure I wouldn't be, so I had some coffee. the gas station where I got it had these wicked little things about the size of a creamer tub called "coffee shots," which claimed to be equivalent to a shot of espresso. I dropped two into my coffee and it has been like two hours since we got home and here I am. with a headache partly from the caffeine and partly from all those shiny lights. and I just mistyped the word "lights" about three different ways so I'd better at least try to go to sleep.
at one point this running back from the other team (there was only one set of bleachers, on the home side, which was weird) came off the field and started screaming something like "you're a bunch of motherfucking pussies, I can't stand this fucking bullshit," which would probably have come off worse if he hadn't had at least 3/4 of the total yardage. if you're that good I think you have some right to bitch out the other players, especially if they're your offensive line and they aren't keeping the other team's puny defenders off your ass.
(a brief digression for those without football knowledge: we are division 3. this means our players are about half the size of their division 1 counterparts [i.e. michigan, alabama, usc, big famous schools whose fans have caused you annoyance in the past], not to mention smaller than the players for some high schools. they should not be that difficult to stop even if you are roughly the same size, because they are not all that strong. just grab them and fall down. for comparison purposes, the average pro football player is about twice the size of his division 1 counterpart. well, not literally, more like in terms of relative muscle mass, but you get what I mean. this is why you don't see exhibition games between college and pro teams; you might think a really good college team could beat, say, the lions or browns, and skill-wise you would be right, but the size differential means the game wouldn't last a quarter before all the college players would be on their way to the hospital.)
penalty for all this fun was driving about three and a half hours home. night-driving is hard for me, not so much because I can't see in the dark (though I'm not so great at it) but because I see halos/starbursts around lights at night, which is apparently related to me having huge pupils. Unfortunately, Charles was very tired, so we decided that "squinty" is better than "asleep." that was fun! I wish I had some of those drugs they mention in that article that make your pupils smaller, like in eyedrop form so I could use them before driving.
I was not nearly as sleepy as Charles but I wanted to be sure I wouldn't be, so I had some coffee. the gas station where I got it had these wicked little things about the size of a creamer tub called "coffee shots," which claimed to be equivalent to a shot of espresso. I dropped two into my coffee and it has been like two hours since we got home and here I am. with a headache partly from the caffeine and partly from all those shiny lights. and I just mistyped the word "lights" about three different ways so I'd better at least try to go to sleep.
