I was with my FIL. We stayed in our seats, but he figured it was time to go, since the game was over.We stayed in our seats and watched, loving every minute of the field rush. If we had joined in it probably would have resulted in a Randy for me. After the stands were more emptied, we wandered onto the field and down to where we could get a good shot of the scoreboard.
That went from a pretty ho-hum, ISU's outmatched but oh-well type of game to the (then) greatest thing ever in no time.I was with my FIL. We stayed in our seats, but he figured it was time to go, since the game was over.
I insisted that we stay and soak it in. It was a little difficult to get across that this had never happened here before, and really wasn't supposed to happen that night.
Oh, yeah. At halftime, it was just a matter of how long to stick it out before leaving.That went from a pretty ho-hum, ISU's outmatched but oh-well type of game to the (then) greatest thing ever in no time.
Well I was pretty hard to miss being in a speedo and painted yellow head to toe. Hopefully none of the paint got on you!Husband, friend of ours, and myself were in seats on the lower level on the end of the winning touchdown. Remember my husband saying "Secure your belongings" after Benton caught that INT.
After the TD, we group hugged, hopping up and down about five times, and then ran the 20 rows down for the wall. That's a bigger leap than you think, and the sea of humanity coming behind you doesn't let you hesitate.
The three of us got separated. Husband has the best of the on-field stories:
1) Somehow managed to be right next to Darius Darks, and got a hug from him.
2) Nearly ran into @ISUCyclones2015
3) Once it slightly died down, husband was loitering near where the band was, waiting for me and our friend to find him, when a couple of frat-ish boys walked past. One grabbed him by the shoulders and said to another "Hey! Take a picture of me with THIS guy!"
So there's that.
We weren't even going to go to the game originally. We thought about giving away our tickets because we had to get up at oh dark thirty to catch a 6.30am flight to Texas the next morning. We finally decided to go. We stayed...and stayed...and stayed...I'm guessing it was close to an hour after Woody's TD that we finally left.Oh, yeah. At halftime, it was just a matter of how long to stick it out before leaving.
Then they scored, and it was about time to leave.
And Jarvis West responded with that electrifying return to somewhere near midfield, and it was clear that we just might have some fight in us.
Of course, the greatest interception in the history of football by Ter'ran Benton was unreal. That moment when it was a done deal, and Jeff Woody making sure, that was just magic.
This post is worthless without pics and we all know you have the photography skills.Not that I need the motivation from the fat/diet thread (or the snowblower thread) but off to LifeTime after I do some tennis elbow stretchy things. Shoulder are definitely getting better but elbow is being a little pesky even with my modest weight lifts.
I am hoping thee redhead isn't there this afternoon. Being the gentleman that I am I try not to openly gawk or stare but it's VERY hard not to when she is working out. I mean, I don't, but it ain't easy. Discipline, man, discipline. She may be the fittest gal I have ever seen in person. Makes pushup Emily gif look an out of shape fat gal. She should have been cast as the enhanced human in the new Terminator movie. She has to be either a fitness model or theater dancer or something. Too cut to be a 100% human and too lean to be a body builder gal. It's bad enough when she's doing weights but than goes off on a routine of gravity defying handstands and such. Since she's a redhead I should probably tag in @cyrocksmypants