By now, everyone has heard about how Kentucky played the role of “king killer” and took down LSU in three overtimes. {sniff} I guess the people with the sign were right, eh? I blame the Coach. He has bad juju these days. His team lost again Friday night; man, when they fall, they fall hard! He also wore a Kentucky sweater to the game, which makes him a big, fat traitor. Bad Coach! Bad! I think he wanted LSU to lose so that Ohio State has a better chance at being ranked number one.
He’s a nefarious one, my husband.
Yes, we were at the game. Even though the game was sold out, we managed to score some tickets. We’re connected, you see. The Disenchanted Clan has the hook-up. Of course, the tickets came with a price. We had to get up at the ass crack of dawn (or even before) to make it to Lexington in time to find parking. That was a feat in itself. Even though I pointed out the free parking to the Coach, he was determined to park “closer” to the stadium. Yeah, that completely backfired. We ended up in a huge traffic jam, our car surrounded by drunk Kentucky fans, as the Wildcats were bussed into the stadium. Oh, it was bad. Very, very bad. I think it took us 45 minutes to find parking … back at the free parking I had previously pointed out.
After walking ten thousand miles … okay, maybe not that far, but still … we made it to the stadium. I just want to point out that UK’s tailgaters are amateurs; we’ve been to the tailgates in Baton Rouge before and, let me tell you, they were bigger, better, badder. And what is this fascination with cornholing around here? In Baton Rouge, the fans drink (and drink, then puke and drink some more) and eat lots of deep fried goodies (you know those turkey frying vats? Yeah, those are all over the place in Baton Rouge). In Lexington, they BBQ and cornhole. Good grief. Weak, I tell you!
After climbing high into the stadium, we secured our seats on or around the 50 yard line. Commonwealth Stadium is small enough that you really don’t have nosebleed seats, which was really kinda’ nice. Of course, we were surrounded by a sea of blue. We ended up right on the cusp of adulthood — to our left were quiet, middle aged folk. To our right? College students. A ton of them. They kept cramming in, even when all the seats were gone. At one point, there was a girl standing in my assigned seat. Then there was a boy who was so obnoxious that the other UK fans told him to shut the f*ck up. Yeah, apparently saying the f-word every other word is annoying to some people.
And three overtimes? That makes for a very, very loud stadium. If I ever hear “First Dowwwwwnnnnn, Kentucky” again, I believe I will probably puke. Just thinking about it gives me a bad taste in the back of my mouth. Plus, the girls in front of us had obviously never seen an OT before because they kept turning around and asking The Coach about the rules. The one girl was so excited that she nearly hit me in the face. Seriously, if she had been a dog, she probably would have tinkled all over the bleachers, she was so nervous. Egad.
Maybe LSU would have won if my friend had sent me the much toted LSU underwear? Who knows? I have to give UK credit; they really hung in there until the end. LSU was pretty damned flat and just never got their game on. The kid that The Coach knows did get to play some, which was exciting for us. (And yes, I took pictures of the kid on the sideline.)
BTW, I now know why the parking was free. We were stuck in that damned garage for close to an hour. Traffic jam in a parking structure. Talk about breathing in a bunch of stinky ol’ car fumes. Blah. Once we made it out of there, it was a long, long trip home. And yes, I picked on The Coach the whole way. Traitor!
3 OT’s? I’m about as non-sports oriented as people come, but even I know that is a long a$$ game.
At least at the Univerisity of Wyoming I usually had snow to make snowballs to throw at the referees.
And now the rest of the story…..
What the author did not tell you was that to get the tickets you could not wear logo or colors of the opposing team. A friend of mine gave me a very nice sweater to wear, since I could not wear LSU stuff. Needless to say, I blended in with the sea of blue at the stadium. Shortly after entering the stadium, I also took off the sweater, because it was hotter than I anticipated. I had on my high school’s team turtle neck under the sweater.
LSU for their part did play flat. If they had come out like they had against their other opponents this year, it would not have been much of a game.
So let me get this right? You went to watch a game at the Chinese Great Hall of the People?
They don’t sell tickets to supporters of the opposing team? Really? You’re kidding, right?
I guess we wouldn’t want anyone cheering a touchdown by the visiting team, would we? It might demoralize the home team so much that they wouldn’t be able to win.
Sheesh.
@ CQ: Yeah, the game was sold out. No tix to be had. The LSU fans were limited to a small corner of the stadium, although we saw some yellow shirts scattered throughout the stadium. The only way we were getting in was with those free tix.
@ Coach: You could have worn your neutral colors.
More generally … I wonder if we could have gotten in if we were wearing clothes labeled with another SEC team, one they were not playing at the time?