bowling, anyone?

After 12 games of thoroughly spartan football games this year, the crescendo that is fourth quarter losses and broken dreams built up into an undeniably electric Champs' Sports Bowl. Yes, the Champs' Sports Bowl, the creme de le creme, the holy grail, may I say the Jessica Alba of college bowl games? I had the pleasure to see this historic game. Historic because of the Chernobyl degree of suck that plagued Brian Hoyer through his entire 'game'.

The three hour drive from Jupiter to Orlando was quite uneventful except for the Stover family classic driving game that we played. I challenged Brady to a game of 'cows', and after Mandy laid down the rules, we battled. We modified the game rules for Florida wildlife, and concluded that cows=1, assorted water birds=2, alligators=10, and florida panthers=300, while any roadside memorial/cemeterry lost you all your points. I could tell I would have to step up my game and count as fast as I could with my eagle eyes seeing as how brady saw about 4 panthers in a quater mile.

Finally we arrived in Orlando, and, well, it wasn't that great. Not quite a family fun park if you know what I mean. After close to 4 hours of dry tailgaiting, we made our way to the stadium and up to our seats.

I fully expected for B.C. to beat us into a pulp, as did the 300 or so B.C. fans at the game, those cocky bitches. Anyway, the State side of the stadium actually started to shake as sparty led the team out of the tunnel. I'm not sure I could have yelled louder if I wanted to, especially after the first, "first down, biiiitch". Somehow MSU was winning most of the game, but as any experienced State fan will tell you, there is a constant fear of that the stone foundation that has been laid for the past 3 quarters will crumble into a shitty, demoralized heap of shit.

So who dropped the duece in this game? Mr. Brian Hoyer with 4 INTs, 1 fumble, and 11/36 passing or something like that. Needless to say we lost by 2 or 3 points or something like that. It looked so promising. I liken it to that fake cake in the kitchen. You know, the one on the platter that's just there for decoration but you think it's real. You get so excited about this slice of cake you're about to have because the chocolate looks so good, and then you cut into it and it's fake, making you feel embassed about even thinking about taking the cake. I was embassed that I thought we could win, so close but yet so far. I got a bit frustrated...

We lost, and I really don't want to even think about it anymore, it's that sour to me still. Ohh, and it didn't help that we pulled a mini Florida State and had 4 or 5 players accademically ineligable for the game. I mean shit guys, study for your finals, its not that hard. You get your own tutors for being on the team and you still can't pass, can't pass, your finals? Shit guys, I mean shit. Better luck next year guys. Word.