The One Where I Am Super Happy...
So leading up to this weekend a great deal was written about the OSU/UM game; some good, some bad and some just hype. All in all, I think even uninterested parties must agree the game was amazing. (Highest rated regular season game in history). Both Bo and Woody are spinning in their respective graves over the style of football played, but once again the man in the sweater vest took care of business and now owns a 5-1 record over Lloyd Carr. Even more surprising was the amount of class showed by the OSU fans. (No large riots). Not that there weren't some assholes(Kula), but even the Dead Schembechlers after the announcement of Bo's death disbanded Friday night following their scheduled gig and wanted to donate all proceeds to the charity of the Schembechler family's choice. (Casual fans forget Schembechler coached at OSU).
Now I rode to Columbus with Bral and his wife. Who knew a large white pizza from Piece is perfect for road trips. We arrived at Kral and his wife's house around 8pm. (Mad love to the whole Ralston clan for rides and a bed to crash in). After some margaritas we headed to Houndogs to meet up with more members of Leadbelly(My college frisbee team) then really should be allowed to congregate in public without fear of injury or serious property damage. After finding out a pitcher of Arrogant Bastard (how appropriate) costs $12 we started drinking in earnest, except for Karl(Brent's wife Kari who is known as Karl thanks to an unfortunate typo) who is pregnant. (We were all excited, except for me who knows such an announcement will only fuel the Wife's baby fever). Stuff happened, more people showed up(All of the Leards, including Funk, Kimmie and both Lelands), drunken hilarity ensued. Funk ended up needing to use the one-hit rule. (In college Funk was a great player and friend, but he also could get mouthy when drunk. Leading to the institution of the one-hit rule, by which if Funk started a bar brawl I would allow the other guy one hit before stepping in if Funk started it by being obnoxious). After the explanation of said rule to the idiot in question and his general observation of the number of guys who seemed to be hanging out together said idiot may have stopped running by the time he got to his apartment.
After walking back to Kral's, (Bral sprained his ankle in the process by getting his ass kicked by his wife over a can of Skoal((Bral getting his ass kicked is a theme throughout and who knew women don't like smokeless tobacco)). Anyhow, the night ended up with Bral and I talking about AJS (You only need to see a Thumper jersey to know) until 4am.
Saturday saw us getting up in the morning to walk down to campus to check out ESPN Gameday (the Kula's((Jeff and his brother Kevin)) made the show thanks to their professional sign and labeled jello shots) and the pageantry that is tailgating for a large game. I ended up standing on the corner of Woody Hayes and Tuttle people watching with the usual suspects. Biggs ended up getting drunk(Shocking). Luckily, Mason Hall was open to use the head. As a result Biggs had to toast the portrait of General Mason, who donated the money for the building and thereby allowing him a place to take a piss. So raise your freakin' glass. (Or can of coke which you have been pouring whiskey into out of Dasani water bottle all morning). Then Biggs kicked the crap out of Bral(I told you) and Kral rather than helping his brother filmed the assault only to played over and over through rest of the day
We then walked over to Yule's house to watch the game. Yule's may be the best place to watch the game ever. There were three places to watch the game. The front room of his house which was a normal TV room. The backyard with a firepit and a TV on the back porch. Finally, the piece de resistance, the garage which was cleared of cars and had a projector and a screen in it. (Oddly, this left people to find the latest in furniture, a bag of mulch). Everyone brought at least a case of beer and some form of food. (Rob Martin even brought fireworks, which he threw into the firepit after every score, except for the giant rockets lit out of Funk's hand after the OSU win). As I read this paragraph I know I am missing all the good parts. Halftime touch football in the street, Hump's (Yes, his name is Hump, really long story) comments vis a vis his possible engagement and future fiancee's breasts, being introduced to Yule's brothers and brother-in-law as the guy who named him Yule (his last name is Brenner and we already had a Mark), the Leard brothers streaking all the way from Yule's to Rag-O-Rama, Yule's boss seeing Boeckl and I walk out of the bathroom together(there was only one bathroom in our defense), Funk deciding he wanted to beat me up over something that happened along time ago leading to me kicking his ass (Never date your good friend's sister) and, finally, calling those Leadbellys not in attendance. Really I can't imagine a better way to watch the game.
Only bad part was driving home, not because of the company but because of the driving. Anyhow, the Wife showed reason #202 of why I love her by calling me with updates from the Bears game and surprising me with a Senseo machine upon my return. The Senseo kicks ass. Look it up.
So great weekend and looking forward to Thanksgiving with the BR's.
Now I rode to Columbus with Bral and his wife. Who knew a large white pizza from Piece is perfect for road trips. We arrived at Kral and his wife's house around 8pm. (Mad love to the whole Ralston clan for rides and a bed to crash in). After some margaritas we headed to Houndogs to meet up with more members of Leadbelly(My college frisbee team) then really should be allowed to congregate in public without fear of injury or serious property damage. After finding out a pitcher of Arrogant Bastard (how appropriate) costs $12 we started drinking in earnest, except for Karl(Brent's wife Kari who is known as Karl thanks to an unfortunate typo) who is pregnant. (We were all excited, except for me who knows such an announcement will only fuel the Wife's baby fever). Stuff happened, more people showed up(All of the Leards, including Funk, Kimmie and both Lelands), drunken hilarity ensued. Funk ended up needing to use the one-hit rule. (In college Funk was a great player and friend, but he also could get mouthy when drunk. Leading to the institution of the one-hit rule, by which if Funk started a bar brawl I would allow the other guy one hit before stepping in if Funk started it by being obnoxious). After the explanation of said rule to the idiot in question and his general observation of the number of guys who seemed to be hanging out together said idiot may have stopped running by the time he got to his apartment.
After walking back to Kral's, (Bral sprained his ankle in the process by getting his ass kicked by his wife over a can of Skoal((Bral getting his ass kicked is a theme throughout and who knew women don't like smokeless tobacco)). Anyhow, the night ended up with Bral and I talking about AJS (You only need to see a Thumper jersey to know) until 4am.
Saturday saw us getting up in the morning to walk down to campus to check out ESPN Gameday (the Kula's((Jeff and his brother Kevin)) made the show thanks to their professional sign and labeled jello shots) and the pageantry that is tailgating for a large game. I ended up standing on the corner of Woody Hayes and Tuttle people watching with the usual suspects. Biggs ended up getting drunk(Shocking). Luckily, Mason Hall was open to use the head. As a result Biggs had to toast the portrait of General Mason, who donated the money for the building and thereby allowing him a place to take a piss. So raise your freakin' glass. (Or can of coke which you have been pouring whiskey into out of Dasani water bottle all morning). Then Biggs kicked the crap out of Bral(I told you) and Kral rather than helping his brother filmed the assault only to played over and over through rest of the day
We then walked over to Yule's house to watch the game. Yule's may be the best place to watch the game ever. There were three places to watch the game. The front room of his house which was a normal TV room. The backyard with a firepit and a TV on the back porch. Finally, the piece de resistance, the garage which was cleared of cars and had a projector and a screen in it. (Oddly, this left people to find the latest in furniture, a bag of mulch). Everyone brought at least a case of beer and some form of food. (Rob Martin even brought fireworks, which he threw into the firepit after every score, except for the giant rockets lit out of Funk's hand after the OSU win). As I read this paragraph I know I am missing all the good parts. Halftime touch football in the street, Hump's (Yes, his name is Hump, really long story) comments vis a vis his possible engagement and future fiancee's breasts, being introduced to Yule's brothers and brother-in-law as the guy who named him Yule (his last name is Brenner and we already had a Mark), the Leard brothers streaking all the way from Yule's to Rag-O-Rama, Yule's boss seeing Boeckl and I walk out of the bathroom together(there was only one bathroom in our defense), Funk deciding he wanted to beat me up over something that happened along time ago leading to me kicking his ass (Never date your good friend's sister) and, finally, calling those Leadbellys not in attendance. Really I can't imagine a better way to watch the game.
Only bad part was driving home, not because of the company but because of the driving. Anyhow, the Wife showed reason #202 of why I love her by calling me with updates from the Bears game and surprising me with a Senseo machine upon my return. The Senseo kicks ass. Look it up.
So great weekend and looking forward to Thanksgiving with the BR's.
posted by pbgipper at 11/20/2006 06:35:00 PM
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Oddly enough, current residents hold that a less intrusive police presence is responsible for the downturn in rioting. Oh and the stricter enforcement of the open container rule does not hurt.
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