I'm Still Full

It was a weekend of ups and downs.

Up: I went to The Skybox (which is the name of an apartment where several younger Pi Kapps live), where I tailgated with the likes of Davidson, Huffman, Popper, McClure (Jon, not Adam or Troy), Hess, Grant, and Garfield. Wassel and beer were consumed.
Down: The game was on ESPN 360, which is only available online to customers of certain ISPs, so we listened to the first half on the radio.
Up: We got to hear the sweet voice of Don Fisher call the game.
Down: In an attempt to duplicate MSU's victory over Northwestern, we spotted Minnesota at 35-0 lead.
Up: Morgan "Crazy Legs" Hirst text messaged me to inform me of a link to the game that didn't require the patronization of the aforementioned certain ISPs.
Down: We got to watch the second half.
Up: Tradd's special ladyfriend Kara and her roommate Silke held a pre-Thanksgiving Thanksgiving dinner at their house for 19 people. It was unbelievably good. Appetizers were abundant. For the main course, they had turkey, mashed potatoes, 8 boxes of stuffing (or "dressing," if you're wrong), gravy (courtesy of Tradd -- great f'n gravy man), candied yams, green bean casserole, apple sauce, cranberry sauce, and probably some other stuff I'm forgetting. For dessert, there was something from heaven called pumpkin crunch, as well as apple crisp (courtesy of Jester), tollhouse pie, and pumpkin roll (which means that it was some sort of pumpkin-flavored roll filled with icing).
Down: Due to a series of chemical inbalances, I was unable to stop eating. After the appetizers, I was full. After the main course, I was full beyond the point of comfort. Yet I . . . could . . . not . . . stop . . . eating. Dessert ensured a Fogo-de-Chao-esque grogginess and a surprisingly surmountable feeling of regret, given the deliciousness of it all. One more bite of food or sip of liquid and I firmly believe that my stomach would have exploded like that dude in Seven.
Up: Later on -- after the gastrointestinal discomfort had mostly subsided -- Jester and I went to Lincoln Tap Room to "enjoy" some drinks with the likes of Ari, Kyla, Alex, Brian, Brian's roommate Dan, Lynn, Lynn's boyfriend (?) Peter, Katie B., Dave, Julie, and possibly others. Among the topics discussed were: the weight and health of Dennis Haskins (not bad); why most (but not all) Ohio State fans suck (most didn't go there); Detroit (rock city); how to catch a bat that finds its way into your house (motorcycle helmet and catcher's mitt); the Roanoke, Indiana bar scene and ways not to fit in in said scene (be a city boy); the proper person with whom to travel to bars in or around Roanoke, Indiana (Lizzie); gang warfare in or around Roanoke, Indiana (existent, but laughable); how long it will take before Ozzie Guillen says something that gets him fired (any day now); the relative merits of the Cubs hiring Lou Pinella over Joe Girardi (Pinella will be gone in 5 years, Girardi could have been a lifer (in Cubs terms, that means 3-4 years), but that's indicative of the genius of Andy McPhail and Jim Hendry); and the fact that Wrigley Field is where managers go to die (in less than a minute, we were able to come up with Dusty Baker, Don Baylor, Bruce Kimm, Jim Riggleman, Jim Lefebvre, Jim Frey, Tom Trebelhorn, and Don Zimmer -- and those guys only go back 20 years, and we still missed a couple others from the past 20 years).
Down: With the poundage of food resting heavily in my stomach, there wasn't a snowball's chance in hell that I was going to get drunk.
Up: Sunday morning I had breakfast with Dan "Piss And" Binegar and some of his compatriots. We ate at Ann Sather (I hadn't been there before) up in Andersonville, and it was delicious.
Down: In an effort to duplicate their record-breaking comeback against the Cardinals a few weeks ago, the Bears once again committed 6 turnovers. This time, however, they did not overcome those 6 turnovers, thereby getting depantsed by one of the worst teams in the NFL and ruining their undefeated season.
Up: The '85 Bears lost to the Dolphins as well, so I have no reason to believe that the Bears will lose again this season.
Up: GMYH reader and fellow Scorpio Kevin "The Motherfuckers Act Like They Forgot About" Yeh turned the big 3-0 on Sunday. Happy birthday Scorpioooooooo!
And Away: Yeh now has nothing but death to look forward to.