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Before I get started on the weekend I'd like to say that "The Big House" is pretty gay. Not just because we got beat, we got smoked at OSU last year and I think the Horseshoe is fucking sweet, the stadium just sucks. It's not very loud, it took all of halftime plus 1:11 of the second half to take a piss and get back, and the city of Ann Arbor is a whore. I'd say that there were times last week against Indiana (attendance approx 30,000) that the stadium was louder than it was at the so called "big house" (approx attendance 110,000). Picture Kinnick about 40 years ago with the corners filled in with seats and you have the "big house." Their press box is about 2/3 the size of Iowa's OLD press box. I know they are scheduled for renovation after the 2007 season and maybe that will help, but right now that stadium is ranked somewhere above Illinois and below Boise State's smurf turf in my book.

So I get off work around 4:30 on Friday, head home and pack up the car. Kurby and Eric get to my house around 6:00 or so to deliver some good news, Kurby has killed 5 beers already and Eric has downed 3. But there is more good news, they brought 2-24 packs for the trip. No, not the weekend, just for the car ride to Michigan. We took off from my house around 7 but not before Eric's beer bong in my driveway. It kinda turned out like shit since my headlights turned off after a few seconds of it, but a nice kick off to an Iowa football trip.

Barely into Illinois we were all glad that they had brought along a piss jug, without which we would have had to stop an additional 15 times on the way.

The piss jug was full, Kurby wanted a heater and the only guy not drinking actually had to piss. We pulled off in Indiana at a rest area so they could have a cigarette and we could take care of business. Before we left they poured out their piss jug but since we were stopped and the beer bong was in the trunk, why not do a beer bong? Kurby went first, then Eric went and dedicated his beer bong to "his boo".

If Kurby would have rubbed that warm gallon jug on my arm one more time we might not have made it to the game at all. The rest of the trip through Indiana and Michigan was more than entertaining but the stories would probably be too incriminating (a few too many 80's tunes on my iPod). We were planning to meet up with Eric's brother, who's friend had secured a free hotel room in Jackson, MI for Friday night. After accidentally finding a Taco Bell at our exit we stopped for some quick 1 AM snacks before calling information to figure out where the fuck that Hampton Inn actually was. We were about an hour ahead of Eric's brothers group (Ryan, Scott, Wally, and John) but managed to get lost for about an hour in the astounding city of Jackson, so got to the hotel at the same time as them. After a few phone calls from Burnz, who was wasted out of his gourd in Iowa City, and a call from Lisa to Eric on speakerphone we passed out around 3 AM. Props go out to Kurby, Eric and I for the night. Kurby cashed 24 beers in the car, Eric dominated 21, and I drove their asses, with relatively few complaints, all the way to Michigan in about 6 hours.

Morning came entirely too early. After cycling through the shower and getting a quick continental breakfast in the lobby we headed off to get some beer for the tailgate. Kurby didn't make a very good impression on the city of Jackson that morning....

After got our beer we headed towards Ann Arbor (only a half hour from Jackson) to get our drink on. Eric has seen better mornings, but I've also seen him do worse...

Its beer bong time now, everyone was able to keep theirs down except Kurby's first one. He said he had to go take a piss, on his walk to the john he had a nice projectile vomit. There were beer bongers everywhere Eric looked, he challenged person after person and not many turned him down.

Believe it or not we got a little Larry at that tailgate. We headed off to the game after we ran out of beer and couldn't mooch from other tailgaters anymore...

Turns out those little nerf footballs they handed out to us at the tailgate ended up raising a little ruckus in the stands about the 4th quarter. Kurby nailed a trombone in the pep band, then the guy next to him buzzed a security guy with a water bottle. Some crazy bitch said "You can't do that at the big house!" to Kurby. Well, we were not winning and really didn't have much to lose so profanities and bury one's came out in full force at everyone. Luckily that bitch calmed down and we didn't have to throw down.

Sounds like Tate is out against NIU this weekend, but he needs some rest so he can finish out the season strong. Besides, we shouldn't need him as long as our rush defense shows up on Saturday.
GO HAWKS!
(watch for a flock of penguins in the student section on Saturday)