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Fall, football, and (not) fraternizing with Peter Forsberg at Edwards' E-town

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Fall, football, and (not) fraternizing with Peter Forsberg at Edwards' E-town

By Brook Portman

September 8, 2008 —  It hardly seems possible, but Mother Nature quickly slammed the door on August's proverbial ass and before I knew it, the first weekend of what I consider to be the best sport season on Earth, college football, has already passed.

Please note I said best season, not the best event. I believe the best sporting event on earth is March Madness, but that only lasts a couple of weeks, where the football season last a couple of months. If I live to see the day college football can figure out how to have some type of "march madness" tourney, then it will reign supreme. However, it currently sucks the teet and typically leads me into a violent rage, although I usually just sulk, whine at Dave and look for some new tasty alcohol-fueled holiday drink recipes.

I'm kinda bummed that the weather is already dipping in the upper 30s at night. This year the summer in Vail really was NOT awesome. It snowed into June, was a hot droughty mess in July, rained the better part of August, and now it is super Fall-like. Riding the Buddy to work in the morning is creating a bitter internal conflict. While I love the ride home in the evening, low 40s in the morning have me second guessing if it is worth the runny nose, extra layers and hand warmers. I know, I know, wah wah wah for me. I bitch and complain and beg for 3 years for a scooter and now I have one and am fickle when it comes to the weather. Lay of me....I am fragile!

Anyway, we were in Connecticut for the opening weekend of college football and sitting in a foreign bar in New Haven, watching some dumbass Florida fan cheer like a hyena when Florida scored their 7 TD of the game on a hopeless and Brennan-less Hawaii team pissed me off and made me ecstatic at the same time. Words like "douchebag" and "dicktard" came to mind, but I realized that that is what I love. I love to be angered by fans of teams I can't stand, from conferences who think (and tell me, over and over) they are the sh*t EACH AND EVERY YEAR (I am looking at you SEC) and by bars that can't figure out their Gameplan packages. I love to sit on my ass, stare at three different games that I have no tie to, root for some upsets, call friends like Darden when ECU beats a ranked opponent (who knew I would become a fan of the butt Pirates?) and drink hoppy beverages. I love it.

But, you know what I don't love? Week 2 crappy lineup. Sure, there will be some upsets today and peeps will talk about teams like ECU breaking into the top 25, but have you seen the lines for today's games? I haven't seen that many double digits since my college wardrobe size. It sucks. The line for Ohio State/ Ohio matchup (applaudes again to OSU for a "challenging" OOC schedule....) moved from 37 to 33 most likely due to Beanie in a boot, but really....33 points?

And my beloved Ducks (pause for a moment of elation, reflection and pouring one out for my homies) are taking on what some analysts consider to be the worst team in D1 football, Utah State. Please Ducks, please do not make this an interesting game and just take care of business early. I have so few tears left for you and I am pretty confident this game is not going to be televised, Gameplan or no Gameplan. I don't think these weak preseason lineups do anything for the sport and quite frankly, they push me to, gulp, find something to do outside on a Saturday. Yikes!

Golly gee, I am out of it today. It might have been the 6 beers, shot of Tuaca, and the fraternizing with Peter Forsberg that took place at E-Town last night. By "fraternizing" and mean watching from a distance, texting my friends and pretending to be uninterested in his whereabouts. What I want to know is at what stage in life do you either become an celebrity autograph/ photo seeker or the person who pretends they don't care and wants the person to have their personal space? I am strongly the latter. Many people aren't. Is there a weird gene or something that decides that? I can't think of one celeb I would break that rule for. Oops, scratch that.....Jon Stewart and Paul Rudd. Paul Rudd is super dreamy (I accidentally wrote the word "creamy" instead of "dreamy", which I found quite hilarious. I gotta get out more often.)

I'm off like a prom dress.....have a good one!



Comment on article  1 Comment on "Fall, football, and (not) fraternizing with Peter Forsberg at Edwards' E-town"


John Halloran — September 8, 2008

Ski Beaver

You are crazy!



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