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Message: [QUOTE="Finwad32, post: 1868111, member: 651"] Twas Saturday, October the 31st, 2009. Cold and crisp tankards of Grog were abound. My now wife, my friends and myself were celebrating life to a level ne'er before found. The certain upward trajectory of the Orangemen could'nt be more plain to see, in light of our recent victory over the Akron Zips what else could it mean! The Bearcats of Cinci were coming through our gates, we were there to kill 'em, serve 'em up on plates. The 3rd floor of the Waverly & S. Crouse Garage is where we resided. The journey began at 8 AM. A gaggle of Orange faithful played corn hole and danced to classic music in the yard acrossed the street. The Flag flew high from the Orange 44 mobile parked outside the Hoople building. The preacher, preached aloud at the intersection amidst the hecklers that taunted him. Spirits were high, as were the teenagers that pulled their '92 El Camino in next to us. The hour drew near, so we began our trek up the Hill, around the quad and to Gate H. Chants could be heard from all around, 'cuse, 'Cuse, 'CUSE!!! Through the detector's of medal we passed, into the seemingly tumultuous revolving doors and through the turnstyles. A deposit was made to the historical & efficient God's of silver. Refreshments were purchased, in this day & age, at a mere $5 per. To the stairs we climbed, vision a bit blurred. Section 333, Row H, seats 2-6, this is where our hynies would sit! Two years we lived here, the wive's thought it was a hit. Through the 1st, 7-7 is where we were at. Optimistic about life, to the beer men we traveled at half to gather as many dome foams as possible before we sat. Down, down, down the hatch they went. Our wives knew the inevitable, even though we soldiered on, we were spent. As the game wore on, so did our coordination. As beer fell to the bleachers below, we were getting close saturation. Up my arms went with a Paulus INT, down my arse went with equal speed. A slip on the wet bleachers sent me a fly, like a toboggan I slid down feet pointed towards the sky. Silver a plenty given the former state of affairs, my momentum increased with each passing stair. Two elderly gents stood against the rail, no idea had they for what would soon entail. my feet plunged into their backs, like a sledgehammer they hit matter of fact. Over the railing both of their beers flew, as I looked on red-faced, nothing left to do. A sorry escaped my lips as they looked on in anger, back to the car we must go, said the wives who saw danger. Down the hill we went, after only half a day, we were spent. [/QUOTE]

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