In college, football Saturdays were an exciting thing – huge groups of people would walk from the dorms to the football stadium. We’d cheer loudly, do the Wave, sing the fight song, have a great time (or a less than fabulous time if our team lost). When the game was over, we’d walk out of the stadium and onwards to do other things, fun things.
Even though college was a LONG time ago, I still love to go to a game occasionally, because you can’t really beat a fall afternoon in the Big House (well, you can. If it’s a rainy fall afternoon with temperatures in the 40s, then YES, you can beat THOSE kinds of afternoons – because much as I love Michigan games, I cannot sit in the cold rain for hours. I can’t).
I went to Ann Arbor on Saturday to watch the Michigan – Delaware State game – I met up with a friend from Twitter (seriously – I don’t know about you, but I have met some seriously awesome peeps on Twitter), and we settled into the stands for the game. As you can see from the image posted above, Michigan won. By a lot. It was as though they pulled a team off a high school football field for the game and Michigan basically just stomped all over them. There were times when we would say, “Guys, just let Delaware go – let them score this time!” because it was so brutal.
But, the slaughter of the opposing team was actually a good thing – it gave us a chance to chat and be silly (and also, did you know Delaware is right by Maryland and not in Canada? You’re welcome. The More You Know…). The air was crisp and the sun was shining, and though it certainly wasn’t warm it wasn’t miserably cold.
Or, it wasn’t til the slaughter was over. Once we walked out of the stadium, the cold air hit me, it was seeping through the soles of my shoes, and I was shaking with cold. I was shivering even after I got to the car and put a pair of thick fuzzy socks over my regular socks. In fact, I didn’t stop shaking until about ten miles out of Ann Arbor, we stopped at a Panera Bread. I was starving, and cold and wanted a bowl of soup.
SOUP, people.
All these college kids heading out to their nights of frat parties, house parties, keg stands, and the like… And I’m heading out for soup.
Yep, I’m gettin’ older.
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Anytime I hang out with my late teen/early 20 something cousins, I feel old. Especially when they head out to hang with friends at nine o’clock at night…I’m thinking about bedtime, & they’re just starting their night!