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The Essence of Gameday

311079_10150271592352397_165747_nAn alarm will wake me at 7:00 a.m. on Saturday. I’ll reach for my phone, likely knock it off its nightstand, then be forced to rustle my body from its abbreviated slumber in searching for the source of my momentary discontent.

Groggy and confused, I’ll look out the window and be forced to think, actually think, before I understand why I’ve chosen to rise so early on — What day is today? Do I have to go to work? Is it…Saturday? — a weekend. The realization will hit me and I’ll be up, sleep washing away from my brain as quickly as the initial bout with irritation set in a minute earlier. And from there, maintenance. Shower, clothes, shoes, stuff.

I’ll pace the apartment checking off a list in my mind, ensuring I’m leaving nothing behind, as my girlfriend does whatever it is girls spend so much time doing in the bathroom. Friends will arrive. We’ll load up the back of the car until it’s weighed down by the excess. We’ll run through the mental checklist once or twice more — tickets, don’t forget the tickets — and then go.

A grocery store first for all the things we don’t need but do need. Because no one needs that much Busch Light, but come on. Water, get lots of water, this is an all-day affair, we’re going to need water. So we’ll get water. And maybe some hot dogs, bread, snacks, things that don’t necessarily correlate but will ultimately satiate, no matter their nutritional relationship — a three-to-one male-to-female ratio does not an efficient shopping trip make. Self-checkout line and at least one person asking the ultimate question: “Oh, you must be going to the game today. What time is that at?” Seven. “Seven?” Seven. And then confusion mixed with intrigue on the part of our interrogator. It will be 8:30 a.m.

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GAMEDAY

Look, don’t put too much stock into reading the interwebs on a day like today. Let me be straight with you. For most of the next 13 or 14 hours, I’m gonna be outside, in the rain, drinking beverages of an adult nature, enjoying life with my friends, while hoping against hope that the Huskies can beat up on Arizona State. That’s just the way it is. I wouldn’t trust an avid web surfer on a Saturday. You shouldn’t either.

I wish I could give you something more inspiring. I’ve had a very motivating week, myself. I feel like a better person thanks to the last five days. In fact, I really feel like I should be out doing something more important than tossing ping-pong balls into cups and processing liquids like a machine.

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