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Today has been one of the longest days I've had in a while.
It started with the LSU/Arkansas game. I had no idea when I left the apartment around noon that I'd be returning over six hours later from one of the most disappointing games I've ever experienced. Somewhere deep down inside I knew our dumb luck would eventually catch up with us, but I was secretly hoping that it wouldn't be until after we were crowned National Champions. Unfortunately, due to a missed two-point conversion in the third overtime, we're headed for the Sugar Bowl instead of the title game.
Somewhere around the end of the fourth quarter I started to develop the worst headache I've experienced in a while, and needless to say, my frustration and anger over the loss didn't really help much. When I finally got to the PBS game in the middle of the 2nd quarter, my headache still hadn't disappeared. As a matter of fact, it had actually gotten worse--I was starting to feel nauseous because the pounding in my head was hurting so much. And, stupid me, instead of walking to the concession stand to get some water so that I could take some medicine, I just dealt with the pain. I'm such a moron sometimes.
Despite the headache, I am extremely glad that I decided to go to the PBS game. Unlike this year's Homecoming, a good group of "oldie but goodie" band nerds showed up, and although we hadn't seen each other for quite a while, it still felt like old times. I know that's cheesy, but I feel like we always just pick up exactly where we left off. Hanging around those guys make me feel like I'm in high school again, and although I'm definitely not dying to relive my teenage years, it's fun to be nostalgic every now and then. I miss marching band now more than ever.
Someone pointed out to me tonight that no matter what happens, the "PBS Band Nerds Anonymous" (shameless Facebook group plug) will always be there for each other whenever they're needed. Sure, I may go years without talking to some of those guys, but I know deep down that if I ever truly needed their help, they'd be there for me (and vice versa). Even though we keep getting older and older (and older...and older...), some things never change.
Ok, that's enough cheesy nostalgia for now. My feet and legs are throbbing from standing up all day, so I think I'm going to finally go to bed. Maybe I'll wake up and LSU will still magically be #1. Anything can happen, right?
The fireman demon, the fireman demon, the fireman demon...STOP!
-lindsay
It started with the LSU/Arkansas game. I had no idea when I left the apartment around noon that I'd be returning over six hours later from one of the most disappointing games I've ever experienced. Somewhere deep down inside I knew our dumb luck would eventually catch up with us, but I was secretly hoping that it wouldn't be until after we were crowned National Champions. Unfortunately, due to a missed two-point conversion in the third overtime, we're headed for the Sugar Bowl instead of the title game.
Somewhere around the end of the fourth quarter I started to develop the worst headache I've experienced in a while, and needless to say, my frustration and anger over the loss didn't really help much. When I finally got to the PBS game in the middle of the 2nd quarter, my headache still hadn't disappeared. As a matter of fact, it had actually gotten worse--I was starting to feel nauseous because the pounding in my head was hurting so much. And, stupid me, instead of walking to the concession stand to get some water so that I could take some medicine, I just dealt with the pain. I'm such a moron sometimes.
Despite the headache, I am extremely glad that I decided to go to the PBS game. Unlike this year's Homecoming, a good group of "oldie but goodie" band nerds showed up, and although we hadn't seen each other for quite a while, it still felt like old times. I know that's cheesy, but I feel like we always just pick up exactly where we left off. Hanging around those guys make me feel like I'm in high school again, and although I'm definitely not dying to relive my teenage years, it's fun to be nostalgic every now and then. I miss marching band now more than ever.
Someone pointed out to me tonight that no matter what happens, the "PBS Band Nerds Anonymous" (shameless Facebook group plug) will always be there for each other whenever they're needed. Sure, I may go years without talking to some of those guys, but I know deep down that if I ever truly needed their help, they'd be there for me (and vice versa). Even though we keep getting older and older (and older...and older...), some things never change.
Ok, that's enough cheesy nostalgia for now. My feet and legs are throbbing from standing up all day, so I think I'm going to finally go to bed. Maybe I'll wake up and LSU will still magically be #1. Anything can happen, right?
The fireman demon, the fireman demon, the fireman demon...STOP!
-lindsay