Monday, January 08, 2007
The Speech
♥ The long sweltering summer is but a bead of sweat now on my battered brow. Mars burns brightly in the south eastern sky, yet I find myself wanting. I want 50 degrees, a windchill and a crystal clear blue sky. I want a fall Saturday in Oho Stadium. I want to get up at 6am, beer in hand by 7, and up at the stadium tailgating with the other hardcores by 8. I want a bratwurst. I want coolers filled with ice cold beer. I want 4 tables packed with cheese, lunch meat, veggies, pasta salad, chips, salsa, mexican bean dip, and much much more. I want to basically fill up on beer ♥
♥ I want to stand in line cross-legged for 30 minutes about to burst at a port-a-john and I want to see the steam rise when I take a good pee. I want to piss behind a car door. I want swat teams of cops swarming around in shifts like the S.S. I want to see Eric Schmidt and his 4 kegs of beer survive the weekend. And I want to see how he explains himself the day after. I want to be drunk off my ass with an "F Michigan" T-shirt on. I want people to ask, "What the fuck is a hoosier?" I want to yell, "Ann Arbor is a whore!" And I want to acknowledge a fellow Buckeye who will give me a hearty "I-O!" in return for my "O-H!" I want the band to come to my tailgate playing the greatest fight song in the world. And I wanna shotgun 3 beers on the walk to the stadium ♥
♥ I want to see Michelle cry...at everything. I want to walk into Ohio Stadium, see the grass for the first time, feel like Rudy's dad, and mumble to myself, "this is the most beautiful sight these tired old eyes have ever seen." I want to feel that chill that goes up my spine when the best damn band in the land strikes that first note. I want to yell when the drum major touches the plume on the backbend. I want to pump my fist to the fight song. I want to see Jennifer answer the question, "how many quarters in a football game?" I want to get ready to Hang on Sloopy. I want to stand in those cold south stands for 4 hours with a million ups and downs of joy and agony with every play. I want to make myself hoarse from yelling "O-H!" I want to yell at the referees. I want to do the asshole chant. AAAASSHOOOLE!!♥
♥I want to see Christy and her daughters storm the field. I want to eat $4 hotdogs and soft pretzels--with cheese. I want to hear the Buckeye Battle Cry. I want to see the Bucks. I WANT TO SEE THE BUCKS! I want to hear the band play Brown Eyed girl when we get ahead by 4 touchdowns. And I want to see cups of Coke complimented with Captain Morgan flying from all directions from the student section. I want to see Script Ohio and watch the entire stadium celebrate! I want to win tickets from the corner office. I want to see the Neutron Man shake his groove thing. I want to high five all my friends and every other person around me after the Buckeyes score. I WANT TO SCORE! ♥
♥I find myself wanting. I find myself wanting so much. F MICHIGAN AND BRING ON THE NATIONAL CHAMPION, OHIO STATE BUCKEYES!!!♥ ♥
♥GO BUCKS♥
♥ I want to stand in line cross-legged for 30 minutes about to burst at a port-a-john and I want to see the steam rise when I take a good pee. I want to piss behind a car door. I want swat teams of cops swarming around in shifts like the S.S. I want to see Eric Schmidt and his 4 kegs of beer survive the weekend. And I want to see how he explains himself the day after. I want to be drunk off my ass with an "F Michigan" T-shirt on. I want people to ask, "What the fuck is a hoosier?" I want to yell, "Ann Arbor is a whore!" And I want to acknowledge a fellow Buckeye who will give me a hearty "I-O!" in return for my "O-H!" I want the band to come to my tailgate playing the greatest fight song in the world. And I wanna shotgun 3 beers on the walk to the stadium ♥
♥ I want to see Michelle cry...at everything. I want to walk into Ohio Stadium, see the grass for the first time, feel like Rudy's dad, and mumble to myself, "this is the most beautiful sight these tired old eyes have ever seen." I want to feel that chill that goes up my spine when the best damn band in the land strikes that first note. I want to yell when the drum major touches the plume on the backbend. I want to pump my fist to the fight song. I want to see Jennifer answer the question, "how many quarters in a football game?" I want to get ready to Hang on Sloopy. I want to stand in those cold south stands for 4 hours with a million ups and downs of joy and agony with every play. I want to make myself hoarse from yelling "O-H!" I want to yell at the referees. I want to do the asshole chant. AAAASSHOOOLE!!♥
♥I want to see Christy and her daughters storm the field. I want to eat $4 hotdogs and soft pretzels--with cheese. I want to hear the Buckeye Battle Cry. I want to see the Bucks. I WANT TO SEE THE BUCKS! I want to hear the band play Brown Eyed girl when we get ahead by 4 touchdowns. And I want to see cups of Coke complimented with Captain Morgan flying from all directions from the student section. I want to see Script Ohio and watch the entire stadium celebrate! I want to win tickets from the corner office. I want to see the Neutron Man shake his groove thing. I want to high five all my friends and every other person around me after the Buckeyes score. I WANT TO SCORE! ♥
♥I find myself wanting. I find myself wanting so much. F MICHIGAN AND BRING ON THE NATIONAL CHAMPION, OHIO STATE BUCKEYES!!!♥ ♥
♥GO BUCKS♥
