They scored forty-one points! Northwestern? Scored 48. How’s that for a shit day? Couldn’t stop a third down for love nor money. Seriously. Either side. I think there were 3 punts the entire freakin’ game.

During overtime, Mr. Hot and I were already walking to the car. I couldn’t stand what I knew the outcome would be. Northwestern scored a touchdown and their kicker (who had missed an extra point and a field goal to win the game at the end) - put it right through the uprights.

My Spartans? Threw four straight freakin’ incomplete passes into the end zone. The end.

And hot. Oh Mah Gawd. So freakin’ hot. I am sunburned. On my left side. The side I sleep on.

So, yea, the evening sucked.

But we Spartans are nothing if not optimistic:
“King Leonidas: It’s an easy choice for us, Arcadian! Spartans never retreat! Spartans never surrender! Go spread the word. Let every Greek assembled know the truth of this. Let each among them search his own soul. And while your at it, search your own.”
(Dammit, I am searching my own - like why I continue to love this team!? They break my heart every single year.)

And so, next week - for Homecoming, Mr. Hot and I will go back to East Lansing and watch them try to beat Indiana. [sigh] But! We’re having an overnighter. Yep. And I’m going to show him the sights. And said sights will most definitely include the tan lines from this week’s debacle. Maybe it’ll keep his mind off the fact that I drag him to these games just to see craptastic performances.

He just yelled up that the Redskins are beating the Lions. Fuck.

—- Oh well. They the Lions. And Notre Dame won yesterday. We know someone is happy. —-

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