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I have misplaced my pants.
There's no more beautiful sight in the world in the world than seeing the stadium for the first time since November. Sure, I see it sometimes driving along 315, but I don't think that really counts. First, you barely catch a glimpse of it before the A-hole in front of you cuts you off and then you're past the stadium. Second, it's an entirely different sight when it's surrounded by thousands of excited fans, tailgaters, venders, etc.
We usually walk through campus from High Street (not along Lane Avenue - though that's pretty cool, too). I don't know the names of the streets, but we walk past some weird coffee shop (I think) that is only 5-7 years old, to the steps past the parking garage. We get down the steps, look up, and there she is. I almost want to stop and take in the sight and the feeling of it, but I know I can't (there's probably 20 or more people right behind me who want to see the same thing).
We cross the parking lot full of tailgaters and fight the crowds of people walking this way/that way/etc. to get to our gate. I hand the dude my ticket, with a voice in the back of my head screaming, "NO!!! DON'T GIVE THAT TO ANYONE!!! THAT GETS YOU IN THE GAME!!!" Other voices in my head yell back: "Quiet, you dummy. This is how we get IN the game." I grab my ticket stub, and immediately start climbing the stairs.
I remember how it used to be. These stairs are new. It used to be packed climbing those ramps, spiraling endlessly upward. Now, the ramps are still there, but it isn't so packed. The stairs have increased capacity of people entering the stadium.
I get to the top and again realize how much has changed. Remember how it used to be skinny walkways up there? Now it's wide enough for concession stands, bathrooms, souvenir vendors, and even Subway has made its way into the 'Shoe. With all that looks different, the whole place still has the same, magical feel.
As I walk toward my gate, some old guy wants to see my ticket. That voice in the back of my head starts to speak up, again, but the others give him a shrill look, and he knows to behave. The old guy wants to make sure I'm going the right way. I want to say, "Of course I'm going the right way. How dumb do I look?" But I don't ask it, for two reasons: I'm in too good of a mood to yell at strangers, and I might not like the answer he returns.
After letting me through, I walk out into the stands. It's mostly still empty, as I've gotten there plenty early, but the teams are out there practicing. Another guy wants to see my ticket, and I hand it over, without so much as a wince from the voice in the back of my head. All are at peace now, looking onto the field, thinking, "Hmmm.. somebody's taken Nugent's number, or Fox's number," or whoever else comes to mind.
The next 4 hours is typically a blur. My thoughts fly by me at a mile a minute: WOW - What a hit! Nice run! Ah - you dummy! I'm thirsty. Great interception! Now run! Run run run run run run! Damn - almost a touchdown! C'mon, Tressel, call a pass play. Don't throw the ball! Oooh - nice pass!
Then I go home and hope my wife taped the game so I can watch it again.
We usually walk through campus from High Street (not along Lane Avenue - though that's pretty cool, too). I don't know the names of the streets, but we walk past some weird coffee shop (I think) that is only 5-7 years old, to the steps past the parking garage. We get down the steps, look up, and there she is. I almost want to stop and take in the sight and the feeling of it, but I know I can't (there's probably 20 or more people right behind me who want to see the same thing).
We cross the parking lot full of tailgaters and fight the crowds of people walking this way/that way/etc. to get to our gate. I hand the dude my ticket, with a voice in the back of my head screaming, "NO!!! DON'T GIVE THAT TO ANYONE!!! THAT GETS YOU IN THE GAME!!!" Other voices in my head yell back: "Quiet, you dummy. This is how we get IN the game." I grab my ticket stub, and immediately start climbing the stairs.
I remember how it used to be. These stairs are new. It used to be packed climbing those ramps, spiraling endlessly upward. Now, the ramps are still there, but it isn't so packed. The stairs have increased capacity of people entering the stadium.
I get to the top and again realize how much has changed. Remember how it used to be skinny walkways up there? Now it's wide enough for concession stands, bathrooms, souvenir vendors, and even Subway has made its way into the 'Shoe. With all that looks different, the whole place still has the same, magical feel.
As I walk toward my gate, some old guy wants to see my ticket. That voice in the back of my head starts to speak up, again, but the others give him a shrill look, and he knows to behave. The old guy wants to make sure I'm going the right way. I want to say, "Of course I'm going the right way. How dumb do I look?" But I don't ask it, for two reasons: I'm in too good of a mood to yell at strangers, and I might not like the answer he returns.
After letting me through, I walk out into the stands. It's mostly still empty, as I've gotten there plenty early, but the teams are out there practicing. Another guy wants to see my ticket, and I hand it over, without so much as a wince from the voice in the back of my head. All are at peace now, looking onto the field, thinking, "Hmmm.. somebody's taken Nugent's number, or Fox's number," or whoever else comes to mind.
The next 4 hours is typically a blur. My thoughts fly by me at a mile a minute: WOW - What a hit! Nice run! Ah - you dummy! I'm thirsty. Great interception! Now run! Run run run run run run! Damn - almost a touchdown! C'mon, Tressel, call a pass play. Don't throw the ball! Oooh - nice pass!
Then I go home and hope my wife taped the game so I can watch it again.
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FKAGobucks877
The Most Power-Drunk
I had to bring this back up...because in 24 hours from RIGHT NOW, I will be in my seats, not sure if I've ever been this excited before in my life...and enjoying every minute of it. I'm so glad it's here...
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Bucktastic
Troy Smith for HEISMAN
AMEN FKA......To think......right this very second tomorrow, I could be celebrating another Buckeye touchdown instead of being here at shit bag work....
God, make Tomorrow come faster please. Thanks. -Desperate Buckeye Fan.
God, make Tomorrow come faster please. Thanks. -Desperate Buckeye Fan.
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FKAGobucks877
The Most Power-Drunk
I'm reviving this thread...because, in only 12 days, right about now, I will have just spilled my pop and thrown my hot dog, because Ted Ginn will have just scored his third TD of the day...
Of course, all this will be only part of "The Best Day of the Year". "The Best Day of the Year" could, of course, be eclipsed by "The Greatest Day of the Year" in January, but for now, I'm quite happy to be looking forward to "The Best Day of the Year". If you want to know what makes this the best day, just read the first post of this thread. I am just really looking forward to 8 am tailgating, cornhole, tailgating, Hiney Gate, the Skull Session, tailgating, getting to the stadium early to watch THE BEST DAMN BAND IN THE LAND take the field, cheer myself hoarse when the BUCKEYES take the field, laugh hilariously when the stadium screams NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE (even though he's been gone for two years) for the opening kickoff, screaming in ecstasy (as described above) for each Buckeye score, revelling in the final ass-kicking, and tailgating...along with fantasizing what this season may bring...what an offense! The defense looks great!
Ok, so I'm excited. The best part, of course, will be the excitement that builds to the point where I will just wander off by myself, gaze at the stadium, smile stupidly, and just say to myself, "This is wicked awesome."
Of course, all this will be only part of "The Best Day of the Year". "The Best Day of the Year" could, of course, be eclipsed by "The Greatest Day of the Year" in January, but for now, I'm quite happy to be looking forward to "The Best Day of the Year". If you want to know what makes this the best day, just read the first post of this thread. I am just really looking forward to 8 am tailgating, cornhole, tailgating, Hiney Gate, the Skull Session, tailgating, getting to the stadium early to watch THE BEST DAMN BAND IN THE LAND take the field, cheer myself hoarse when the BUCKEYES take the field, laugh hilariously when the stadium screams NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE (even though he's been gone for two years) for the opening kickoff, screaming in ecstasy (as described above) for each Buckeye score, revelling in the final ass-kicking, and tailgating...along with fantasizing what this season may bring...what an offense! The defense looks great!
Ok, so I'm excited. The best part, of course, will be the excitement that builds to the point where I will just wander off by myself, gaze at the stadium, smile stupidly, and just say to myself, "This is wicked awesome."
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Geezee
Lord dont you know its too earlier for this this stuff? why dont you write more and drive us all insane. i was already watching tapes way too much .
Lord dont you know its too earlier for this this stuff? why dont you write more and drive us all insane. i was already watching tapes way too much .
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buckeye247
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Lord dont you know its too earlier for this this stuff? why dont you write more and drive us all insane. i was already watching tapes way too much .
Its like a drug you get a taste of it around late-mid august, you can feel it in your arms and your chest tingling. It only comes around once a year like christmas but last alot longer, it is Buckeye Football season. Its almost good as the end of the season if we won everygame but there is an empty feeling in that situation cause its over. today and everyday up until sept 2 should be cherrished because it only comes around once a year, where expections and hopes are so high they could touch the sky. Where everynight you struggle to fall asleep withought at least one vision of Buckeye football go through your head. That is Buckeye football.
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