My Guys.

ASU's win was so big it's knocked me out of full-consciousness for a few days. And I didn't even get drunk! The lack of sleep mixed with the death-defying drive home made me all exhausted, but I'm semi-better now, except for that whole cold I think I'm coming down with.

The game was a blast. We won by so much that we didn't have to stay on the edge of our seats the whole time. Not that that is a bad thing. But sometimes you just want to have a total blowout.

Only problem is, now it's going to be a LONG time before I get to see good old Kidd Brewer Stadium again.
And also: No more Corey Lynch. No more Kevin Richardson. No more Nic Cardwell or Julian Rauch. No more Dexter Jackson or Hans Batichon. No more Jerome Touchstone or Justin Woazeah. No more Cam Speer. No more seniors. I have faith that the youngun's will keep us going though. Armanti and Devon Moore are there and they are Bad. As in Good Bad.

Only 8 1/2 more months until the next season.. Now.. when's that ring ceremony?????


Here are my pics:
Me and Stephen ate at PF Changs for lunch on the way. It was PF yummy:


We saw lots and lots of ASU cars:


We had to walk through the ghetto to get to the stadium:


During tailgating, I ran into a lot of friends, including
Marie:


My boss and his family:


Joan and her younguns:


And Rob the App Guy. We had a little Bloggy meeting type thing:


And of course Katie and Daniel and Jeff and Tracy and Chad were there too!


We talked to a Delaware fan who was seriously deluded as to the good ness of his team. Tracy had to tell him what's up:


The game was awesome and of course, we kicked some butt:


Afterwards, Katie told those Blue Hens to leave:


We rushed the field and there were pretty fireworks:


For the rest of my pictures, click below:

Old School Yosef.

Last night I finally got around to cleaning and organizing my under-the-stairs closet, which has previously been the catch-all junk pile. I have a literal mountain of straight-to-Goodwill junk. Going through one of my storage bins, I found an old friend I had forotten about:















This is the polo shirt I wore to my first Appalachian game. I was in the marching band. They had ordered a batch of polos with the new yosef logo, but they hadn't come in on time. So they gave us these classic beauties, which we only used for one game, and got to keep.

I didn't appreciate how cool it was back then, but I certainly do now. I'm wearing it today at my office, to show my Appalachian Pride.