I’ll let the pictures do the talking. Well, most of it.
There were friends…
…and a lady from Canada in a car, because it was “too cold.”
There was fire…
…and women who were so hot, they needed no fire… (ha ha)
…as evidenced by my jacket on a sign post.
There was family at the game…
…and endless entertainment thanks to my camera.
When things were going poorly, I entertained those around me with silly faces…
…and when TU failed, Hot Tits* and I went to the bar for an early dinner. (Mr. Hot tits and family from above were also there.)
*As a “thanks for coming to the 11am kickoff, we were handed a package of those disposable hand warmers. Someone (not me) suggested they’d fit nicely in a bra. I merely nicknamed that someone “Hot Tits.” Don’t worry Grandma, I wasn’t really groping her. It’s all about camera angle.
