a Hard ticket to get. I have never seen so many people at the Navy Pier Rally. And so many still looking for game tickets. We got there early as per usual. I nagged the wife all morning to hurry the fawk up and get ready. We left Chicago around 7:30 am, made the long drive to Drycock, Indiana, otherwise known as South Bend. We parked the rental car in some cow pasture and hoofed it to campus, beer and snacks in hand.A few hours later we Headed into the stadium , I was wearing a National Champs shirt (from the 2003 season) and three Notre dame fans followed behind me , talking shet the whole way. I lost them at the snack bar, brokeasses, and made my way to my seat. the aisle monitor looked at my ticket and pointed me towards a section that looked populated by people wearing green. Fawk. I needed to set the tone right off the bat, I put up the V and refused to sit down as the band played Tribute to Troy. Fawk them. That 4th and 9, domer fans have never been louder. And then the place went quiet, except for me and the other Trojan fans at the opposite end of the stadium. unbelievable moment as Jarrett ran down the sideline. Then when the Domers tried to pull their “luck of the irish” booshet, letting the clock go to zero. They stormed the field, douches in my section yelling “we won” in my ear as I stood saying, “this isn’t over, fuck you. “. They cleared the fans off the field, Weis complaining the whole time when he should have been wiping his nose. Then the bush push. The knife blow to the heart. Fuck yeah. we left the stadium and made a wrong turn somewhere. It was dark at the cow pasture. Couldnt find the car. I didn’t even remember what kind or color of car we drove. As we walked around laughing and hi fiving I noticed a group of 5 or 6 dudes staring at us. Away from earshot, I turn and tell the wife, “ looks like we stumbled into the gay section “. As we got closer to the sausage fest caucus, one of them yells out, “ you got something to say?” My wife, without missing a beat and with perfect timing yells, “ yeah, you lost! “ . Hahahaha. I says to her I says,” baby, chill, there are like 5 of them “. We found our rental car and drove back to the Drake hotel and had some lobster bisque. I forgot to mention, we saw Jrob at the hotel and the Navy Pier rally. What a day. I hope I never get Alzheimer’s, that’s a day I never want to forget. Beat the Irish, it’s game day!
I was there on the 50 in the Gallo's seats. Beautiful day. Crazy scene before the game. You could have heard a pin drop walking out.
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Hat tip x 2.
One for representing in Chicago and the other to your Wife with the ace.