Fight CU down the field, CU must win (they did)….fight, fight for every yard (lots), CU knows no defeat (not this year). So, roll up the mighty score (barely), never give in (until the Pac-12 schedule). Shoulder to shoulder, we will FIGHT, FIGHT…Fight! Fight! Fight!
Ok, I couldn’t resist. I know that several people who read this blog might not anymore, but damn it I am the author, and I am a Buffalo.
Every September, the Rocky Mountain Showdown brings out the excellent sportsmanship in our household…mostly. John and I have learned over the years to be civil, and honestly we are not really very good supporters because it’s the only game we attend/watch all season.
But, we sure did have fun…especially me.
September also brings about the hint of cold weather to come, and so I begin craving comfort food and soup. But, I do not crave an entire half-gallon of broccoli cheese soup spilled into the console of my car. I’m afraid the Big Silver School Bus will never be the same. In the future, every time I use the fancy cup heater function, I will be punished with the aroma of rancid cheese (with a side of stinky vegetable). Truth be told, it actually cleaned up quite nicely and I only occasionally find chunks of broccoli when I open and close the lid.
Also, in preparation for 15 years from now, Daddy decided to give her a first driving lesson. There is an associated video, where he slams on the brakes (on purpose!?!) and she goes flying into the steering wheel….it’s actually pretty funny, but I will NOT post it for fear of Child Protective Services. They ruin all of the fun….