MinnesOta
I may be a week late, but it's not too late to recap the MinnesOta trip for the game last weekend.
Mpls Ju, Mouse, and I went out for pizza, drinks, and more drinks on Friday night. I'd like to say that a few beers and a couple shots of tequila are no match for a 6'2 200lb man such as myself, but my tolerance has gone south in recent years since I don't drink much these days. By the time we needed to go back to the airport to pick up Mo, I was ready to part with my dinner drinks and food and go to sleep. :(
I was recovered and ready to go by Saturday, but I was in no mood for a drink. The back-to-back days of drinking don't sit to well with me, especially considering that I do not like attending Michigan football games under the influence. We tailgated with some of Mpls Ju's grad school friends, but their Gopher spirit was laughable compared to our Wolverine obnoxiousness. In fact, the general school spirit among the Gopher faithful was embarrassing for a Big Ten school. I would argue that their football team should be demoted to the MAC if not for the fact that they are finally moving to their own on campus stadium in 3 years.
While the tailgate in the unseasonably sunny and warm October afternoon was lovely, I was very upset that I violated my first rule of attending a Michigan football game. Due to some drama involving one of Ju's former roommates, I was not in my seat twenty minutes before kickoff. I missed the MN marching band's pregame show. I also missed the opening kickoff. In fact, I missed the first five minutes of the football game. The first play of the game that I saw was the TD pass to Arrington at the end of Michigan's first drive. Grr... While I was quite pissed about being late to the game, I understood that Ju needed to be a good friend at that point in time.
Our seats were in the portion of the Gopher student section set aside for people who purchase single game tickets. However, most of the people around us were rooting for Michigan. My guess is that most of the fans around us were graduate students at Minnesota that went to Michigan for their undergrad studies since they appeared to be near our age. I was surprised that there were very few Michigan fans in the stadium. I think that there were fewer than 3,000 Michigan fans among the 60,000 in attendance. We weren't overly obnoxious at the game, but I did get great use of the cowbell. The cowbell must have carried well in the stadium because some dude on the light rail after the game said that he could hear it from his seat in the lower deck of the student section. Not bad!
The Minnesota fans were very friendly to us after the game. They didn't seem too upset with the loss and wished us all well. They definitely rank up there among the Big Ten fan bases, though I remain disappointed with their lack of school spirit.
The trip was a great start to my month of Michigan football. Here are a few pictures from the weekend.
Most efficient tailgate packing. Ever.
Mpls Ju made some wonderful cookies. Just don't tell her that the drew the state of Michigan backwards. The thumb is on the east side, Ju.
Cornhole. Greatest drinking game ever, yet the first time I have ever seen it played at a football tailgate.
Sexy shirts.
Why is Mouse on an anti-Gopher rampage? Because it's great to be a Michigan Wolverine.
I may have missed the MN band pregame show, but I enjoyed the halftime show. Well, I couldn't hear anything since the dome has shitty acoustics, but they did a video game/cartoon themed halftime show with a medley of various shows/games and creative formations for each. Here is their tribute to Super Mario (Manningham). They made good use of the 'M' logo at midfield. My favorite part was when the band made tetris pieces, rotated them, and fit them together.
In an age where every team storms the other sideline after the end of the game to take their trophy and plant a flag at the opposing stadium, I thoroughly appreciated the class this team showed when they walked over as a team to reclaim the Little Brown Jug. It made me proud to be a Wolverine.
Post game antics. Look at the straw!
Mpls Ju, Mouse, and I went out for pizza, drinks, and more drinks on Friday night. I'd like to say that a few beers and a couple shots of tequila are no match for a 6'2 200lb man such as myself, but my tolerance has gone south in recent years since I don't drink much these days. By the time we needed to go back to the airport to pick up Mo, I was ready to part with my dinner drinks and food and go to sleep. :(
I was recovered and ready to go by Saturday, but I was in no mood for a drink. The back-to-back days of drinking don't sit to well with me, especially considering that I do not like attending Michigan football games under the influence. We tailgated with some of Mpls Ju's grad school friends, but their Gopher spirit was laughable compared to our Wolverine obnoxiousness. In fact, the general school spirit among the Gopher faithful was embarrassing for a Big Ten school. I would argue that their football team should be demoted to the MAC if not for the fact that they are finally moving to their own on campus stadium in 3 years.
While the tailgate in the unseasonably sunny and warm October afternoon was lovely, I was very upset that I violated my first rule of attending a Michigan football game. Due to some drama involving one of Ju's former roommates, I was not in my seat twenty minutes before kickoff. I missed the MN marching band's pregame show. I also missed the opening kickoff. In fact, I missed the first five minutes of the football game. The first play of the game that I saw was the TD pass to Arrington at the end of Michigan's first drive. Grr... While I was quite pissed about being late to the game, I understood that Ju needed to be a good friend at that point in time.
Our seats were in the portion of the Gopher student section set aside for people who purchase single game tickets. However, most of the people around us were rooting for Michigan. My guess is that most of the fans around us were graduate students at Minnesota that went to Michigan for their undergrad studies since they appeared to be near our age. I was surprised that there were very few Michigan fans in the stadium. I think that there were fewer than 3,000 Michigan fans among the 60,000 in attendance. We weren't overly obnoxious at the game, but I did get great use of the cowbell. The cowbell must have carried well in the stadium because some dude on the light rail after the game said that he could hear it from his seat in the lower deck of the student section. Not bad!
The Minnesota fans were very friendly to us after the game. They didn't seem too upset with the loss and wished us all well. They definitely rank up there among the Big Ten fan bases, though I remain disappointed with their lack of school spirit.
The trip was a great start to my month of Michigan football. Here are a few pictures from the weekend.
Most efficient tailgate packing. Ever.
Mpls Ju made some wonderful cookies. Just don't tell her that the drew the state of Michigan backwards. The thumb is on the east side, Ju.
Cornhole. Greatest drinking game ever, yet the first time I have ever seen it played at a football tailgate.
Sexy shirts.
Why is Mouse on an anti-Gopher rampage? Because it's great to be a Michigan Wolverine.
I may have missed the MN band pregame show, but I enjoyed the halftime show. Well, I couldn't hear anything since the dome has shitty acoustics, but they did a video game/cartoon themed halftime show with a medley of various shows/games and creative formations for each. Here is their tribute to Super Mario (Manningham). They made good use of the 'M' logo at midfield. My favorite part was when the band made tetris pieces, rotated them, and fit them together.
In an age where every team storms the other sideline after the end of the game to take their trophy and plant a flag at the opposing stadium, I thoroughly appreciated the class this team showed when they walked over as a team to reclaim the Little Brown Jug. It made me proud to be a Wolverine.
Post game antics. Look at the straw!
posted by GaryGinew at 8:27 PM
2 Comments:
I can't believe you called me out on that goddam cookie, and you don't even have a picture as proof!
I think your memory is a bit wonky, huh? I remember that cookie being totally correctly made...
I couldn't get a good picture because you ate the evidence as soon as someone else pointed out your folly.
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