What was your best celebration...
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My palms were pretty sore this morning... From all the high-fiving... High-fived a ton of dudes last night.
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I was Tiger Woods fist pumping with gutteral yessssssssss's on many occasions. My wife really got a kick out of it.
I will leave out how I acted the final 3 minutes.
I will leave out how I acted the final 3 minutes.
i did a little bit of everything...
some floor slaps
some fist pumps
and a lot of screaming with a 3 month old in the other room trying to sleep. i kept telling my wife i have been waiting 15 years for this and the baby can sleep on his own time.
it was glorious.
some floor slaps
some fist pumps
and a lot of screaming with a 3 month old in the other room trying to sleep. i kept telling my wife i have been waiting 15 years for this and the baby can sleep on his own time.
it was glorious.
I watched the game standing up in the living room from the second quarter to the end. I had a spot on the floor and I was afraid to leave it.
Ran a few laps around our open floor plan living room, kitchen, and dining room.
Also, wife put the 10 month old to bed when things started going south at around 2 min left. I went and yanked him out of bed and brought him back in. That bed will still be there in a few minutes.
Also, wife put the 10 month old to bed when things started going south at around 2 min left. I went and yanked him out of bed and brought him back in. That bed will still be there in a few minutes.
I watched the game from the front porch standing up, drinking, smoking, and looking through the window with the volume blaring. I didn't intend to start imbibing until half time or later, but by nerves got the best of me. We were on a roll so, I stayed outside. I miss-timed my half time errands of peeing and restocking the kitchen fridge with beer from the garage fridge and saw Dak's fumble get returned for a TD while inside. I came inside again when we were up 31-10...shortly thereafter the wheels started wobbling, so I went back outside...where I had my heart attack on the last play. So, my apologies on Dak's fumble and the 4th quarter shenanigans. That's all on me.
Stood up and Bowed to the psycho defense on every 3rd down stop. One of 3 maroon shirts in my section. The MSU grad sitting behind me in his LSU shirt was not happy about it.
Like my friend was saying.....it was just a funeral for them. Just amazing. I mean that type of assbeating just doesn't happen to them on their own turf.
We were all business. Now let's see if we can take that mentality to Davis Wade. I want maximum aggressiveness vs TAMU.
We were all business. Now let's see if we can take that mentality to Davis Wade. I want maximum aggressiveness vs TAMU.
The goalline stand, Dak TD run, and Jameon TD: I jumped up and slapped the archway between my living room and foyer. After every XP / FG, I walked out the front door and paced around the driveway for 30 to 60 seconds. Waaay too much nervous energy.
I may or may not have been laughing maniacally and ringing my cowbell while screaming, "17 you, you mutha17ing corndog mutha17ers!" every time a shot of the dazed LSU crowd came up.
When Dak hit Jameon...
I ran up to the TV and started doing those jumps where both knees reach your face and your feet are about 3 feet off the ground. I did about 5 of those then I did a Pete Rose head-first slide across the living room when he reached the end zone. When it was over I turned around and my wife and four-year-old son were laughing at me. Then I got up, started flipping off the TV, grabbed my crotch, and started sputtering "F you corndogs" before I realized I was out of breath and about to have an aneurysm.
It was awesome.
I ran up to the TV and started doing those jumps where both knees reach your face and your feet are about 3 feet off the ground. I did about 5 of those then I did a Pete Rose head-first slide across the living room when he reached the end zone. When it was over I turned around and my wife and four-year-old son were laughing at me. Then I got up, started flipping off the TV, grabbed my crotch, and started sputtering "F you corndogs" before I realized I was out of breath and about to have an aneurysm.
It was awesome.
Same play...
I jumped up and was running in place screaming "GO JAMEON GO JAMEON GO JAMEON!!!" I then turn and see my two year old boy, who had put down my phone on which he was playing some sort of alphabet game (we were letting him stay up because he may never see this again). He had jumped off the couch and started running around the room screaming GO GO GO GO...then... "Yaaaaaaaayyyyyyy!!!!" and he started clapping.
I jumped up and was running in place screaming "GO JAMEON GO JAMEON GO JAMEON!!!" I then turn and see my two year old boy, who had put down my phone on which he was playing some sort of alphabet game (we were letting him stay up because he may never see this again). He had jumped off the couch and started running around the room screaming GO GO GO GO...then... "Yaaaaaaaayyyyyyy!!!!" and he started clapping.
This is the first time I have seen my daughter be excited while watching football. It brought a tear to my eye.
My day and celebrations. Keep in mind I'm Eastern time.
Went dove hunting that morning and got home around noon. Took a short nap and had to be at a wedding at 3pm. Hung out at the reception and had a few beers till around 6:30pm, at which point I told my wife it's time to go and of course she was pissed. Got home just in time to change clothes, make a large vodka tonic, in my Yeti cup of course. Turned on the TV and 17ing VA and BYU are on. ESPN thankfully corrected that **** pretty quick. My wife tells me she bought some fresh Mahi fillets for me to grill. I told her I would grill them at halftime, but at the moment my stomach is jacked up there's no way I can eat. The opening drive and goal line stand got me so hyped up I'm on the phone outside talking to my Dad and my Gamecock neighbor calls and wants to know what's going on with all the yelling outside. I didn't realize I was being loud but by this time I'm on my second drink. At one point my wife looks at me tells me I'm acting like a child with all my dancing and yelling. Luckily my 6 year old daughter went and got all of her Pom Poms out of her room and joined in the all night celebration with me. Needless to say I never grilled the fish and my wife went and got take out for her and my daughter. Finally, at about midnight I was starving and drunk as hell and somehow convinced my wife to drive me to Waffle House. One of my best nights to be a Bulldog.
Went dove hunting that morning and got home around noon. Took a short nap and had to be at a wedding at 3pm. Hung out at the reception and had a few beers till around 6:30pm, at which point I told my wife it's time to go and of course she was pissed. Got home just in time to change clothes, make a large vodka tonic, in my Yeti cup of course. Turned on the TV and 17ing VA and BYU are on. ESPN thankfully corrected that **** pretty quick. My wife tells me she bought some fresh Mahi fillets for me to grill. I told her I would grill them at halftime, but at the moment my stomach is jacked up there's no way I can eat. The opening drive and goal line stand got me so hyped up I'm on the phone outside talking to my Dad and my Gamecock neighbor calls and wants to know what's going on with all the yelling outside. I didn't realize I was being loud but by this time I'm on my second drink. At one point my wife looks at me tells me I'm acting like a child with all my dancing and yelling. Luckily my 6 year old daughter went and got all of her Pom Poms out of her room and joined in the all night celebration with me. Needless to say I never grilled the fish and my wife went and got take out for her and my daughter. Finally, at about midnight I was starving and drunk as hell and somehow convinced my wife to drive me to Waffle House. One of my best nights to be a Bulldog.
I did the Deion Sanders high step through the sports bar, then picked up one of the waitresses above my head a la Dirty Dancing.
A good friend (West Virginia grad) and I watched the game in a sports bar in down town San Jose, Costa Rica. We were the only two gringos in the place and over ran everyone with our psycho mess of ourselves.... WVU wad leading Oklahoma most of that game too. Was the same place we watched the Tico World Cup team games on to some greatness.... Only difference is when we ran outside to celebrate after the game it did not look like it did when the Ticos won in World Cup games...
Whew! Relief. I thought it was my fault. I was bathing the 4 year old at halftime and missed the first play of second half.
Who kept the 6 year old while y'all went to waffle house? Bc if you made her get out of bed, the story is even better.