Knoxville-Horn
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So, I had posted multiple times about how I'd be at the game, watch for the Texas flags, etc...
Well, the Texas flag that y'all saw was not me. It was another guy from Texas. Nice guy, though.
What started out as one of the greatest days of my life turned into one of the worst.
Friend and I got to Ruby Tuesday (not the chain) bar where the die-hards were pre-gaming. There had to be 800 people there. The bar itself holds 500; there were plenty outside and coming and going. We were chanting for hours before the march to the stadium. One thing that was funny was that we would chant, "come have a beer!" anytime a hottie walked by.
Awesome experience. I had my Texas soccer bag with me which upset quite a few Ohio St. people (the campus was down the street). One guy came up to me and said, "that color orange makes me want to puke." I replied, "it should, we own you." It was all in good fun. At one point, I also tried to start a "don't burn the couch" cheer but that one didn't come across as well.
THE MARCH
I've never seen anything like it. 800 or so people, many with flares, flags, some trumpets, a tuba, many drums, literally, took over the streets of Columbus as we marched to the stadium. It was pandemonium. Some guys behind me were sharing a joint. Guys were dropping off left and right to piss in someone's front yard. We got to the stadium and had to get across an extremely muddy field. It looked like a scene from a Civil War movie. I'll never forget it.
BEFORE THE GAME
Just as we get to the gate, the storm of the century hits. It was hailing sideways. The wind had to have been over 70 mph. We got soaked and really cold. This is about the point at which the entire thing went south for me. I'm not sure if it was the beer, the cold or a combination of the two but I suddenly got really bad bladder spasms. If any of y'all have ever had this, you know how miserable it can be. Basically, it feels like you have to piss really, really bad but nothing comes out. I had had it before after both of my knee surgeries.
So, I end up in the bathroom pleading for my bladder to work. Nothing happens -- for hours. I spent part of the first half hunched-over walking from the bathroom to the nearest entrance to watch as much of the game as I can. I'll bet those that saw me thought I had appendicitis or something. Finally, I feel like I'm really about to end up in the hospital and I seek out the medical tent where I beg them to call me an ambulance. After thinking about it, I decide that I don't really want to pay hundreds of bucks for an ambulance and out-of-network hospital visit so I just ask for a cab.
I finally make it back to the hotel. I'm lying on the bathroom floor in agony when I get a text from my friend, "Dos a cero." I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.
Suffice to say, I can't wait for Nashville on April 1st. Though, I know it won't come anywhere near the Columbus experience.
Well, the Texas flag that y'all saw was not me. It was another guy from Texas. Nice guy, though.
What started out as one of the greatest days of my life turned into one of the worst.
Friend and I got to Ruby Tuesday (not the chain) bar where the die-hards were pre-gaming. There had to be 800 people there. The bar itself holds 500; there were plenty outside and coming and going. We were chanting for hours before the march to the stadium. One thing that was funny was that we would chant, "come have a beer!" anytime a hottie walked by.
Awesome experience. I had my Texas soccer bag with me which upset quite a few Ohio St. people (the campus was down the street). One guy came up to me and said, "that color orange makes me want to puke." I replied, "it should, we own you." It was all in good fun. At one point, I also tried to start a "don't burn the couch" cheer but that one didn't come across as well.
THE MARCH
I've never seen anything like it. 800 or so people, many with flares, flags, some trumpets, a tuba, many drums, literally, took over the streets of Columbus as we marched to the stadium. It was pandemonium. Some guys behind me were sharing a joint. Guys were dropping off left and right to piss in someone's front yard. We got to the stadium and had to get across an extremely muddy field. It looked like a scene from a Civil War movie. I'll never forget it.
BEFORE THE GAME
Just as we get to the gate, the storm of the century hits. It was hailing sideways. The wind had to have been over 70 mph. We got soaked and really cold. This is about the point at which the entire thing went south for me. I'm not sure if it was the beer, the cold or a combination of the two but I suddenly got really bad bladder spasms. If any of y'all have ever had this, you know how miserable it can be. Basically, it feels like you have to piss really, really bad but nothing comes out. I had had it before after both of my knee surgeries.
So, I end up in the bathroom pleading for my bladder to work. Nothing happens -- for hours. I spent part of the first half hunched-over walking from the bathroom to the nearest entrance to watch as much of the game as I can. I'll bet those that saw me thought I had appendicitis or something. Finally, I feel like I'm really about to end up in the hospital and I seek out the medical tent where I beg them to call me an ambulance. After thinking about it, I decide that I don't really want to pay hundreds of bucks for an ambulance and out-of-network hospital visit so I just ask for a cab.
I finally make it back to the hotel. I'm lying on the bathroom floor in agony when I get a text from my friend, "Dos a cero." I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.
Suffice to say, I can't wait for Nashville on April 1st. Though, I know it won't come anywhere near the Columbus experience.
