The Big House

I always knew I'd end up in The Big House, again. It was only a matter of time. Okay, we all know I'm not talking about the one in Jackson! At least I hope so, and if you the reader expected that one, then you may stop reading my blog now!

It's not very often free tickets fall into your lap. It's even more rare when those tickets are to my favorite team. When they do, it's very hard to pass them up. That's the situation I was put in the night before the game. There's something to be said about being spontaneous and before I knew it, the tickets were in my hands. CT had never been and it's probably been close to fifteen years since I had been.

The energy in a stadium with 110+ thousand people is special. Even CT, who I think was only doing this because of how much she knows I bleed Maze and Blue, was impressed. My favorite part was watching Michigan getting a sack for a safety and proceeding to "Woooooohoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" long enough to I think embarrass CT. Next thing I know, I got put on a one "woho" limit. Seriously, girls just don't understand! I behaved for the rest of the game, but little does she know it was only because it wasn't a close contest. Had my team needed me, the rule would have been broken!

She did enjoy the band, which I knew she would. Honestly, I think she enjoyed the football too, at one point she said her heart was beating fast as Michigan almost scored. Her favorite part was the wave. With the game in hand, I knew it was only a matter of time before it started. Of course she enjoyed the normal wave, but once the student section put the wave in slow motion and she got to do it o.n.c.e (and you have to saaaaaaay that very sloooooowwwwwly as if in sloooooow mooooootion)...that sealed the deal, she'll go to another game with me. By then, maybe, even my one "woho" limit will even be lifted!