| 25 January 2010
A must win game, last second victories, a seat behind a legend, and alcohol induced memory loss. It’s all standard fare in the North End Zone’s winter trip to Blacksburg…
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Without a plan, place to stay, or tickets to the game, your humble editor set out for the greatest college town on the planet. Even so, it was pretty inevitable that the weekend would be great.
After securing a place to stay, it was time to hit El Rod’s: the poor man’s Taco Bell. Apparently, Jumbo Texas Margaritas lead to violence, crying at TOTS, and spilled drinks. I say apparently because they also lead to a lot of fuzziness in the memory department.
I do remember losing beer pong to a guy holding his 9-month old baby. Worst part? The baby was a ginger.
Not the actual baby.
Once we awoke at the crack of noon Saturday, we figured there was no way we were getting tickets for the game. The $50 could be spent on better things, and we could watch at the bar. But as we walked downtown, a savoir appeared: my long lost friend, KP.
KP: Hey man, where are you sitting for the game?
CG: Not going. Tickets were getting a little pricey.
KP: Ah, then you’re sitting with us. We have an extra.
Somehow, I was able to restrain myself from actually kissing him. I bid my angry friends adieu and headed in.
The one problem with not planning on attending the game was that I hadn’t dressed for it: just a black jacket covering up my Jonathan Moxon t-shirt (a great Christmas present from the sister Mo Gal).
We enter, start to walk up the stairs, and sitting right there is none other than Frank Beamer himself. Our seats wound up being 2 rows behind him. The guy is awesome. He signed autographs and took pictures with anyone that asked. Seeing how it was only girls and little kids that asked, your humble editor did not. I did consider standing within earshot, having a fake argument on my cell phone about why Voldemort should be fired.
But the real story here is that Frank has, at the very least, seen me. I walked by him quite a bit getting Cokes to calm my head / stomach / body ache. Unfortunately, he only knows me as the jackass that attended a Tech game wearing a light blue West Canaan Coyotes t-shirt. The words “epic fail” don’t do me justice.
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Also, there was a basketball game!! Which we won! With 5 seconds remaining, Dorenzo Hudson put back a loose ball to go up one. During the ensuing time out, “Enter Sandman” came on. Sweet Jesus. Whoever decided to play it is my hero.
The Eagles had no chance, and fumbled the ball away. Or as we say around here, they “Favre’d it.”
Delaney decided to channel the ghost of Marcus Sailes and not make anything after the first minute. Thankfully, Hudson stepped up big time, and put in 18 points.
In my first visit to Cassell in 2 years, I’d forgotten how loud that place can get. We’ve come a long way since Ricky Stokes and a half empty arena.
And to top it all off, some dude made a half court shot to win $10,000. Someone’s getting the West End lobster*!!
*Don’t.
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Later on Saturday night, two jackholes bought me a Gorilla Fart. This was most likely done because I may have questioned the eyesight of a young lady that thought my friend RC was attractive (he’s not).
For those that don’t know, a Gorilla Fart is half Bacardi 151 and half Wild Turkey. It may also contain bits of real panther. After what seemed like hours of peer pressure, I finally decided to man-up and do it.
Have you ever had one of these? That shit tastes like turpentine. “It’s just like pulling off a Band-Aid,” they said. Well f*** that. The next 10 minutes were spent struggling not to puke.
So if any bar owners are reading this, please outlaw this drink immediately. Just give out shots of ipecac. Christ, I can still smell it.
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The next morning (read: one o’clock), I awoke to the following text messages from Poppa Gally. Yeah, my dad texts.
9:40 am – The CBS Sunday Morning Show is about to do a segment on Taco Bell!!
9:43 am – Don’t worry, we DVR’d it for you. See you next weekend!
Best. Family. Ever.
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The drive home was as painful as usual. Has anyone ever driven home from Blacksburg feeling good? I know I sure haven’t.
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So a good weekend was had by all.
And attending a board meeting with “JAWS” stamped on your hands is pretty fun to explain. If they could, Sharkey’s would just brand people.
Big thanks to everyone that made it out. And according to avid reader and prediction participant J-McB, we have female fans that aren't family members! So a shout out goes to Katie S. and the girls at Wake Forest Law. You are why we do this.
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