27-24

As much as I love my Buffs, even I didn't think we were going to pull that off. I just kept saying "Holy crap" over and over. Yeah buddy.

I'm telling you - Murphy's new Buffs gear is really helping us out. And for everyone who made fun of my Buffaloes all week - all we have to do now is beat Nebraska and I will be happy.

42-0

It's because Murphy wore his new Buffs gear.

Blogger ate it!

I had a brilliant post ready analyzing the finer points of the CU game. Unfortunately, Blogger ate it. So to sum up my irreplaceable, well-written, witty post:

* Defense rocked
* Offense needs work
* the fans were awesome, except they really need to learn to be quiet for the offense and loud for the defense. Seriously.
* I miss Boulder.

So I haven't given up hope on the Buffs. And no matter what, we beat CSU and Nebraska got annihilated by USC and will hopefully be further humiliated throughout the season. So the future is bright. Yep. Go Buffs.

Shoulder to shoulder . . .

. . . we will fight! fight! fight, fight, FIGHT! I am already this pumped for the game on Saturday - I am going to be crazy excited at the tailgate.

Reasons CU is totally going to win this weekend:
* Our mascot kicks ass. No, literally, she is a tough-as-nails bison and sometimes when she gets loose from her handlers, she sort of smooshes the opposing teams. And, she isn't a stereotypical, offensive representation of a traditionally marginalized segment of society. I'm just sayin' . . .
* Our fight song is waaaaay better than a bunch of goons repeating "ohhh oh ohhhh, ohhhh, oh oh" while making chopping motions with their doofy drunk arms. That is the dumbest chant-cheer-fight song EVER.
* Boulder is probably the prettiest college campus around - and any school from FL is simply no competition in the "ambiance" department. This doesn't really relate to football, other than that the pride and serenity we garner from our campus has to pay out somehow, right?
* Altitude. Them big FL boys are gonna be huffin' and puffin' by the second quarter. And the fans? They will forget to hydrate and be puking in the bathrooms or passed out in the stands. Happens every time.
* I will be there. My faith in the grammatically-incorrect juggernaut that is "the Buffaloes" is still unshaken. They will definitely pull through for me this time (unlike last Homecoming when I flew out and we lost in double OT to Baylor - so sad).

So, the moral of this story is that the Buffs will be great and I will have a fantastic time seeing all of my college buddies - and drinking microbrews that do not suck and are really cheap.

Fight, CU, down the field. CU must win. Fight, fight for victory. CU knows no defeat. We'll roll up a mighty score. Never give in! Shoulder to shoulder we will Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight!

Parents are weird.

I mean, not my parents, but parents in general. Clearly my parents were gems, they produced a well-adjusted future lawyer. But this one particular parent today really weirded me out. So Murph and I are on our afternoon walk. I am waiting for him to do his thing, kinda just staring off at trees, when some random dude walking his daughter by in her stroller says, "She caught her first ball at the Sox game today." "Way to go," I say. But I had no idea why on earth aforementioned man decided to tell me this. Was he just that proud? Did he like my outfit (it was really cute)? Did he think he recognized me? Did he think I looked like someone who is really into the milestones of random children (I do not look like, nor am I, such a person, btw)? He threw me for a loop. Even Murphy was weirded out. I hope I never tell strangers on the street about the accomplishments of Murph - if I do, I will become weird parent #756889.

If only logic could always prevail . . .

Go over to Feministing and read all about the repeal of the Global Gag Rule. Then, get really pissed that Bush will of course veto the bill that would provide better health care for women in need around the world. Not that it's all that surprising, Bush doesn't care about the women in this country, so why would he care about those anywhere else?

Thoughts on Lettuce . . .

I know there are some amazing inventors out there - there are wizards of innovation dreaming up touch screen iPods and Slingboxes and cars that detect heartbeats and, well, lots of other things. So can someone please come up with a way for me to buy lettuce and not have it turn into slimy green goop before I can even make 3 decent salads? For real. While you're at it, can you also make raspberries last longer? Much love.

Thoughts on Fall . . .

I am a summer person. I like hot weather and sunshine and lazy days and BBQs and time spent with Murphy and long dinners on patios. So when that little hint of brisk air starts to become the norm in the morning, I get a bit sad. When Labor Day weekend ends, I start to dread having to wear closed-toe shoes rather than my comfy flip-flops. Basically, fall is my Sunday. And yes, that totally makes sense. Sunday is an enjoyable lazy day, but at the back of your mind, you know it also means Monday is awfully darned close. And Monday is rarely any fun. Nor is Tuesday (except for when you get to play in your kickball league on Tuesdays, but that is beside the point). So when the leaves start to turn and all I can think about is college football, while I enjoy myself, I know winter, and then more winter (it is, after all, Chicago) is just around the bend. Bummer - though there is always ski season . . .

P.S. I didn't think it necessary to write a comment policy, but it appears some nasty lurker will make it pertinent. If you insult me or others I mention (especially in a misogynistic or homophobic or racist manner), then your comment will not be posted, period. I am all for healthy discussion, but I will not be a conduit for asshattery. Got it? Great.