Showing posts with label football. Show all posts
Showing posts with label football. Show all posts

Thursday, November 20, 2008

It's UM-OSU-OCD Time

Every year at this time it's the same thing. The two camps:


Fans of the Ohio State University from the blue state of Ohio:



Fans of the University of Michigan from the People's Republic of Ann Arbor:




And so our local general store stocks up because, friends, around here these items are recession-proof.


We have these for the Joe Six Packs:



And these for the Joe Six Packs not on carb-restricted diets:



who dare to their eat corn chips in disposable plastic during this Green Revolution:



along with their grilled red meat:




by grillers who demand to be comfy while standing around missing the best plays:



and who are sticklers for cleaning up afterwards (if not too drunk):



And for the tail-gaters there's these:




And these for the tail-gaters in denial of our Midwest weather:



For the frat house boys concerned with decor:



And something for the kids and geek collectors among us:




And something for the medical professional:



And the medical professional trying to score Power of Pink points:




And something for those struggling to keep up with the Jones' outdoor decor:



And of course, there's this for those wish to compensate for the size of their members:




Since we live on the border of the two states, we are a house divided.

Most of us are Ohio State fans. But the youngest among us has been devoted to Michigan since he was a mere four years old.





You may wonder the reason.

It's simple.

His name is Michael.

And Michael, like Michigan, begins with the letter "M".


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Thursday, June 26, 2008

My Husband Went on the Stone Brewery Tour and All I Got Was a Stupid T-Shirt

And the pleasure of taking six kids to Mission Beach. That’s right. We’re visiting MY friend in San Diego. MY friend who I haven’t seen in 8 months since she's moved. MY friend who I have a desperate need to talk to. MY friend who has a desperate need to talk to me.

And the guys take off.



And for those who know me, when it comes to beer or baseball the beach, I will choose beer.

Which, to be truthful is what I did. Because MY friend likes to drink. And she's as relaxed as I am about leaving her kids to swim in front of the lifeguard. So we go to a café and order drinks and guacamole. And more drinks.

And we don’t care when the kids crowd around the Monster Energy Truck like vultures for free cans of the stuff.



We don’t care if it has caffeine in it. We don't even care if it has alcohol in it.




Because now everyone is happy.

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