What a day! What a game! Go Bucks!

Sarah and I both got the best birthday present possible this weekend. We hung out all day with Brutus Buckeye, our Bucks hung on to beat that Team Up North (if you don't know who that is, I'm not tellin' you), and we had an absolute blast hanging out, yelling ourselves hoarse in the 'Shoe, and watching the sea of humanity descend on the field after the game was over. What a game!



All the buses were full trying to get down to campus, so we walked about 2/3 of the way with Brutus (aka Chris Williams). Along the way, Brutus had to get some cash for the bus (just in case we ever caught one) and made sure that he was available for the adoring fans that honked at him all the way down High St. Brutus got a little frisky and started pounding on store windows and scaring (I mean pumping up) the folks inside with his outpouring of Buckeye pride. When we got to campus, the pandemonium only increased. Every third person we ran across (and there were about 400,000 there) made sure to high-five Brutus. He had his picture taken about every 25 seconds. It was a trip. We made our way to the tailgates, had some grub (Brutus gets hungry!), and forged our way to the 'Shoe. We had to part ways with Brutus, because he didn't have a ticket. Ironic, I know. We found out later that he found an viewing angle from outside the stadium that he could see into the stadium and watch the Jumbotron erected above the South Stands. His radio provided the sound accompaniment. We caught up with him, watched all the crazies scurry from the stadium with clumps of "sacred turf" in their hands, waited for a bus, and were whisked back home.

Henry hung out with Grandma and Grandpa Thornburg (and the assorted dozen other people that happened by) to watch the game. We had all intentions to pick him up that night, but after being on our feet for 12 hours, getting home at 10:00 PM, and knowing that the traffic wasn't about to let up, we fell over, slept in, and had a sleepy Sunday morning. Again, what a great birthday!