UT won against Georgia. Good game. It’s nice to be on the winning side every once and a while.
Saw Phi, Jeremy, and Ryan V. at the game. It’s a small world after all, ya know.
We were able to successfully sneak into the game using Scott’s ID. We are at terror threat orange, which I guess means cops will frisk you going into the venue, and check my camera bag. Yet they don’t bother checking IDs for accuracy. Al Quaida could’ve sneaked in. But it wasn’t mean to be.
Scott played in the pep band while the rest of us stayed in the stands. We had pretty good seats. We had an obnoxious guy behind us. Spewing profanities. Every other word. I’ve seen guys like this before. They may be able to talk the talk, but they can’t walk the walk. When the going gets tough, you’ll see them cowering in the corner.
The cheerleaders always looked for a reason to throw t-shirts into the crowd. 3 pointers. Slam dunks. Whatever. Some came really near me. Todd even caught one.
Fan support was good. And they were ugly toward the other team in a funny sort of way. While we were waiting in line to get in, some of the crowd booed at any fan who happened to be wearing Georgia Bulldog red. And at the start of the game, the fans yelled “Sucks!” after each of the Georgia player was introduced, all the while holding up newspapers pretending not to care.
Tonight we saw “8 Mile,” translated to “12.8 Kilometer” in the international markets. Somewhat autobiographical story of a up and coming rap star trying to make it big, while living with his mom in a trailer park. I found there’s a whole subculture of people which I hadn’t been aware of. This group’s idea of fun on a Friday night is to hear rappers dis each other using their best “Your momma” jokes in an arena. So that was the point of the story. Watching Eminem trying to make it big.
Something about this movie made me want to slap these characters and tell them to go to trade school or a community college or something. Get out of the ghetto and get a job.
So tomorrow is church services and then a long drive home. Long in that my tape player keeps messing up. Getting too hot for the tape adaptor. Something is wrong with it, and I plan on letting Volkswagen take a look at it when I get a chance.