The world is magical: 25-2127
Alas, the world is magical
In 15 short football minutes I saw three miracles, time reversed, causality violated and a little Evil Warlock from the University of Magicians change reality to some strange alternity just by waving his hands in a strange pattern and shouting arcane incarnations at the black and white clad Guardians of Reality and Truth.
Again.
In 15 short football minutes I saw three miracles, time reversed, causality violated and a little Evil Warlock from the University of Magicians change reality to some strange alternity just by waving his hands in a strange pattern and shouting arcane incarnations at the black and white clad Guardians of Reality and Truth.
Again.
posted by Steinn at 9:43 PM
6 Comments:
Well, nobody every doubted the existence of black magic.
What a heartbreaker. Although it was, objectively speaking, one of the most exciting games I've ever seen.
Yup, one of the best two or three college games I ever saw; Aikman vs Marijuanavitch at Rose Bowl was comparable.
Now, if only the game had finished on time...
It looks like the first college game I will ever attend will be the hometown U of Illinois Fighting (Reference to a group of tribes once local to the area but no longer here because of the ancestors of students who now paint their faces in a way demeaning to the ancient traditions of said tribes, at least until the NCAA, reflecting one of their better recent decisions, keep their pledge to shut the practice down and we become something like the "bulldogs" or "wildcats" or similar overused moniker) vs. the State Pen single mountain lions (with the mountain being singular, of course, not the lions).
Looks like a blowout on paper, as the blue and white make the blue and orange black-and-blue, but my iPod predicts the following:
1. Dig A Pony, by The Beatles (Anthology 3 version, rather than Let it Be)
2. Broke My Heart, by The Saw Doctors (Irish bar band that went big with a couple chart hits in Ireland; The song refers to an Irish football match, interestingly enough)
3. Knockin' on Heaven's Door, by Eric Clapton
4. Misunderstood, by Wilco, from Being There ("You hurt but you don't know why"...)
5. The Golden Road, by the Grateful Dead ("Come and Join the Party Every Day")
6. Rock'n'Roll is Bitchin, by Reel Big Fish (no explanation necessary, really)
7. I Still Miss Someone, by the Wolfe Tones (Irish Folk band; "I'll never get over those blue eyes")
8. Put Your Hand Inside The Puppet Head, by They Might Be Giants
("Memo to myself: do the dumb things I gotta do
Touch the puppet head")
9. Anywhere I Lay My Head, by Tom Waits
("Well I said anywhere, anywhere, anywhere I lay my head, boys
Well I gonna call my home")
10. I can Learn, by the White Stripes
("I feel like a throw away
well now it's my turn")
Barring the fact that the iPod managed to conceal some of the more eclectic contents it contains, what should I expect from the game?
Hm, well this is tricky since I find that the iPod does better on absolute fact rather than outcomes of human activities and needs a well posed question to answer coherently. Surprisingly enough...
However, PSU is going to miss Williams, and be hurt by turnovers.
But they're going spank the Illini. Total blowout. ;-)
Well, I kinda knew we'd be blown out anyway, but if I interpret things right, I should have fun anyway.
The covering expresses a desire to have things the way you want, but from the Crossing, the Illini are breaking hearts. The Crown says death may be the best option for the team (maybe just for the "Illini" moniker, per the NCAA), and the fans are confused, because Zook was supposed to be a savior.
On the optimistic side, the past and future seem to argue for a fantastic tailgate party atmosphere, which I can live with happily, and be joined in by people doing dumb college stuff. Even though the team hopes for success at home, the outcome looks pretty dreadful.
I'll predict 35-13 Lions over the Fighting Subjects of my Political Diatribes, with a rockingly loud crowd mitigating the disappointment. Should this prove true, I'll be happy to raise a glass to your fine establishment. If I could find Yuengling, it might be appropriate, but Sam Adams may have to suffice.
Well, I had the Fighting Subjects nearly right (10 points, not 13), but was way off for boys in white and blue (they reached 35 early in the second quarter). The home team performance would be an offense to any mascot, be it Indian tribe or Banana Slug. All in all, though, it was a lot of fun...and I figure tickets will be easier to get for the rest of my stay here. I wonder if "Muck Fichigan" shirts are selling well in State College this past week?
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