Just when you thought there was no way State could lose a game more creatively, they topped themselves Saturday evening. I am hoping the two fellas seated in front of us for the game (pictured below) didn't need the defibrillator afterwards as I have never witnessed anyone get so irate over EVERY SINGLE PLAY! They weren't even happy when State scored a touchdown. There wasn't a thing you could have presented to them that would have brought on a positive outlook. An entry by the big guy upstairs onto the field through a light in the sky at halftime would of had them complaining about how "JC" didn't get his landing down good enough. It was a scene to behold. Yes, State managed to allow a team to drive 80 yards with a minute remaining and no timeouts; and yes, they are probably going to end up playing in the Vagisil Bowl, but fellas, come on, smile and enjoy the ride.
Losing aside, a great day it was. We thankfully didn't get shot at on the ride to East Lansing but I wasn't overly concerned as there was quite a police presence on I-96 and quite honestly, the wacko can go pretty much anywhere he wants, so we did what Americans do, we lived free! Upon arrival into town, Mark and I took a tour of our old stomping grounds and posed in front of our old residences from back in the day. Mark's old place on Lilac Street appears to be holding up better than the bunker on Spartan Street that I'm standing in front of below. My guess is the occupants of said homes were probably scratching their heads watching a couple of yuck yucks posing in front of their house (ha).
I'm obviously biased but State's campus still is A#1 as far as atmosphere.
Sparty On!
Trail Head
I'm obviously biased but State's campus still is A#1 as far as atmosphere.
Sparty On!
Trail Head
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| grump #1 |
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| grump #2 |
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| Rick, Chuck, Mark |
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| the Spartan St. bunker |
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| Mark's old crib on Lilac St. holding up well |
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| the mighty Red Cedar |
