Bucknell at Holy Cross
Today we drove out to Worcester to catch the Bucknell-Holy Cross game. When I was in college I never really got into the whole college sports thing because I was too busy dancing at Oz on Bourbon, playing Doom, or studying. Mostly the first two last one. Also, the UNO stadium was kind of far away from campus and me and my friends were both uninterested and extremely lazy. After UNO I went to Oakland University in MI for one Spring semester and was completely oblivious to any sports that may have been going on while I was there, so oblivious that I just googled them to see if they even have a sports team. They do: the Grizzlies. UMass Boston, being a long trek on the T, brings us full circle right back to uninterested and lazy.
In 2003, my parents came down and visited us for a week during our first Fall in Lewisburg. My dad noticed their visit coincided with a Bucknell home game and asked if we'd mind going. I grudgingly agreed, and after spending three hours of my life sitting on really uncomfortable metal bleacher seats eating nachos, pretzels, and Twizzlers, I was completely hooked. I still don't understand football besides knowing the basics of when something good or bad has happened (and sometimes I only know that based on the reaction of the people around me), but I really dig the collegiate sports vibe. I like the fight songs and the pep bands and the mascots. I like getting decked out in orange and blue and screaming like an idiot. Also, I like the food.
Since we missed out on all of last year's football season (thanks to Henry having just been born) we were very excited to be able to catch today's game in Worcester. We had a quick lunch at Wendy's before driving over to the football field. If you've ever driven in Worcester you won't be surprised to learn we took a few wrong turns (thanks to mom and me) and ended up driving around for about half an hour before finding the stadium. This was maddening because most of the time we could see the stadium, we just couldn't find a road that would take us there. Once the game was underway, Henry was captivated by the University mascot (Bucky the Bison), Henry and my dad were captivated by the cheerleaders, I was captivated by the prospect of apple crisp, my mom was captivated by the pep band, and Dave yelled "GOOD D" a lot. That about sums up the day. Oh, and Bucknell lost. Also, after the game, we got in the car, drove a block, and stopped at a red light that was right next to the Wendy's we'd had lunch at. All that driving around and we'd started out a block away from the stadium. Sigh.