So, I'm posting this now because on Saturday, when I wanted to originally write, I was fucking shitfaced beyond all recognition. In fact, if I had typed anything after what I experienced, I'm pretty sure it would have come across like half of the MySpace blogs written on a daily basis...illegible and full of such bullshit nonsense that people would question the very existence of brain matter in my skull. So, I refrained. Good call.
Where was I to get so absolutely polluted? An Elton John concert with Vandelay? Fuck no. A town hall teabag party in Cow Fuck, Missouri? Hardly. No, I was in East Lansing at Michigan v. Michigan State at the home for the hottest and most morally flexible co-eds north of Florida...good ol' Michigan State University. The original Land Grant state funded institution best known for graduating the most full blown alcoholics in this great land of ours and setting things on fire after a Michigan State LOSS aka my Alma Mater.
But oh what a Saturday it was. And let me tell you of a few observations I picked up (the ones I can remember anyway) from that rainy, cold, dreary drunk as fuck day...
1. Certain old people suck. Well, the group of fogeys I saw on Saturday sucked. Really old people I saw on Saturday, you are making me rethink my stance on Death Panels. You show up to a college campus, on arguably the biggest day in this State's college football season, and you trudge around all slow in your Buick Skylarks and, get this, whine that there are too many kids and too much drinking around? Goddamn it Crusty. Take your ten inch black and white magnavox to the Perkins down the road, watch JAG re-runs and choke on a piece of cherry cream pie.
2. University of Michigan Fan is the worst fan of any sport in the Nation. Yeah, even worse than Red Sox/Patriot/Celtic fan. Amazing. It's one thing to have graduated from that University, which, for the record, I think is a great school. (I mean if my kid gets into U of M, I have no problem writing that check, so long as he doesn't major in Dead European Languages, grow a beard, start dating a chick with more bush than in a National Geographic and claim that Nietzche was the single greatest influence on mankind. Because that honor goes to Gilbert Gottfried.)
But typical Michigan fan has not even set foot anywhere near Ann Arbor, let alone can even find it on the map. And they are all in your grill about football history and winningest program in CFB and MSU is the little brother and FUCK YOU SPARTY! They wear their Tate Forcier gear and still bitch about how Desmond Howard was interfered with in 1990 and STATE SUCKS all the while the grease from their work boots from their job at the local Tool and Die shop is dripping. At least this was U of M fan I saw this weekend. It was fun to see them catching hell from evereyone after the game though, what with their quick comebacks and intellectual quips like "Fuck You". Good times. Eat a bag of fuck.
3. I swore I'd never be one, but there I was, the creepy 30+ year old guy scoping the girls out. MSU has some nice looking ladies. The spank bank is filled. Hey, at least they're legal. (See: Polansky, Roman)
My brain hurts. I feel like Miguel Cabrera after a night of getting the piss beat out of him by his Latino broad for being hammered. I think I'll stop here for now. Stay thirsty my friends.