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Whoooop Whooop!!!!!!!!!!!!!!...........

Today marks a great day in 2011!!!  College football bowl games start!  I LOVE college football.  I LOVE the Huskers!!!!!!!  But I also love watching random teams that I know nothing about.  Doesn't matter where they are from or what their story is.  I just love watching football.  So, from now until the first week in January, I can pretty much watch football any given day!  It's awesome!!!

Last year we went to every home Husker game.  Love it there.  The atmosphere is great, walking amongst the drunken tailgaters is hilarious, and the general excitement in the stadium is electrifying. 

We've taken the kids to 2 games so far.  I'm not going to lie.  It's exhausting.  First, it's quite a walk to the stadium.  So, as you can imagine, eventually the 5 year old wants someone to carry him.  He's not a small kid.  In fact, he weighs as much as the 7 year old.  He's solid as a brick shit house and complete dead weight.  We start out looking like this before the game.  And end up looking like the freakin Griswold's vacation family as we're leaving the stadium.  Which for me, is usually around the 3rd quarter cause the 5 year old wants to go walk around. 

Naturally we prefer to go by ourselves, sans kiddos, but every now and then we have to pretend like we LOVE taking them and what a great family weekend it is.  That's a freakin lie!!!  Wait till they are 30!!!

I am pretty pumped to end the 1/2 marathon on the 50 yard line of Memorial Stadium!  How cool is THAT?!!  And just a word to my fellow running mates, YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.  I will tackle one of you bitches when we are done running.  Cause I LOVE FOOTBALL!!!!!!!!!!

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