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The Game

This week was nothing special.  In English we had a class discussion adout homosexuals and how they are treated and started the mysteries unite.  I know some things about mystery; I mean it is not hard.  Some would say that it is elementary.  Now since we had an assignment I am still a week behind I will talk about something form about two week ago, the OSU vs. Michigan game.  I attended this game and I have a few thoughts on what I saw and participated in.  I first want to say that I am not bragging nor am I complaining.  I am happy to have gone and thrilled with the experience.  Also I attended the game with my brother-in-law named Brandon.  Now I got there about three hours early to attend the skull session which I enjoyed very much.  The band sounded great and the football players even walked through at one point, it was fun.  I took offence at one thing, the warm up band.  The band they had there was a terrible high school band from a town up north.  The thing that I do remember is that they called themselves the something high school swing band.  They were not a swing band they were just band.  Now I know this is going to sound arrogant but our marching band is so much better than these clowns.  I made me almost embarrassed to be a part of the same activity as them, but the OSU marching band restored my pride.  After the skull session Brandon and I decided to wander around and try and find some food and a hat.  Both of those things were accomplished and that is not very interesting.  When we were walking t the stadium I had to use the restroom so we have to find the porta potties.  We found them and the line was 3 and 2/3 miles long.  So after I waited in line for three days I finally go in.  The porta potty smelled terrible and was filled with alcohol containers.  It smelled like someone went number two and tried to cover it up with beer scented air freshener.  Once we go to the stadium we again had to wait in a line to get to the ticket taker to get inside the stadium.  This made the lines at cedar point look like the line at a drinking fountain in the middle of 2^nd period on the 3^rd floor of B building.  The line was not single file but it was the width of the side walk we were standing on witch was about eight people wide.  Along with it being cold and me hating people the people that I hated started to sing “We don’t give a damn about the whole state Michigan,” constantly.  I also want to point out that I was waiting line at gate 8; this will come in handy later.  I understand once maybe twice but eighteen times come on.  Also after every song was completed a drunken man would yell F&#@ Michigan!  Follow by the cheers of his drunken friends.  After a while people came around to my way of thinking, not singing.  In a last ditch effort to make us sing a drunks woman from the singing party yelled, “Come on section 8.  You better get your sh—together,” (this should be read as if everything was slurred together).  This made no one else sing and I just went in to the gate glad to be out of line.  The seated we had were in section 16 row 43 seated 12 and 13, needless to say a long walk.  We were already late because we had to wait a week to get in to the stadium so we had to move fast. , We ran up three fights of rather steep steps to get to section C.  Once there we had to find our row so we started going up, and up, and up.  I did not know this but it turns out that row 43 is the top of the section.  I had a back rest on my chair which was the wall of the stadium.  It was so high that I think my nose is still bleeding.  If I were to bake up there I would have to use the high altitude instructions.  I was high as a kited.  The game went the way it went.  We won but there were some bad calls like always.  The fans were the fans.  They booed the team and the band at half time.  Not classy stuff.  I was disappointed in them.  The one thing that I did think was funny was that during the begging of the 4^th courter a lot of the Michigan fans were leaving with the whole stadium sing “na na na na, na na na na, hey, hey, hey, goodbye,” it was fun to watch.  Once the game was over I waited. Then go out of there.  While I was walking there I saw a flag that BTMF in red letters sown crudely on a piece of gray cloth.  I later realized what the acronym stood for.  It stands for Beat The Mother F&#@s, way o be classy OSU fans, way to be classy.

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A Belated Thanksgiving

This week was an eventful week but I will save those events for the weeks to come.  In English we read more stories of discrimination and watched a movie on the holocaust.  I will take this blog to right about thanksgiving since my blog was compromised by an assignment.  Now thanksgiving itself is king of an odd holiday.  We celebrate the sacrifices that the pilgrims made such as dying of disease and starvation, by eating.  Not just eating but gorging ourselves and then pass out on the couch watching football.  It truly is a holiday unique to America.  Only America would celebrate in a way that just adds to our on growing obesity epidemic.  Now thanksgiving used to be about giving that hence thanksgiving but now a days the only that’s that is being given is if you can make it without hurling your guts out.  Now the food is different for each family but for mine we have mashed potatoes, green beans, turkey, ham, rice, green bean casserole, grape leaves, cookies, fudge, pumpkin pie, cheese and crackers, vegetables, and candy.  That is way more than the people who had the first thanksgiving had.  It is just amazing I mean the turkey that my mother cooked for my family was about twenty-two pounds.  That is just an enormous size for a turkey.  I read something that the turkeys that eventually become the turkey on the table are pumped full of steroids at the production farms.  This makes the turkey plump up.  If they become too large their legs will snap under the weight.  I that is not a reason to by organic I do not know what is.  Now for my thanksgiving tradition I took a page from the presidential secret book, I pardoned a turkey.  Now thanksgiving is one part food and one part family.  My family is just as odd as I am if not more.  This is one of the few times a year that all of the family comes over.  I get to see this distant cousins twice removed on my uncle’s wife’s sister’s son’s side.  What fun.  I my family we divide in to three sections.  The first section is my Aunt Mary Joe and her children and their children.  She is the oldest of my father’s siblings.  The next section is my Aunt Paulette’s family.  She is the third oldest of my father’s siblings.  The last section is my father, Uncle Joe, and my grandmother.  In my family we spend our time together with the people we see all the time.  I have to go take a nap now, too much turkey.  Curse you tryptophan!