Keep it down or I'll give you a smack!

Tuesday, September 04, 2007

Off To The 702

In Vegas, everybody's gotta watch everybody else. Since the players are looking to beat the casino, the dealers are watching the players. The box men are watching the dealers. The floor men are watching the box men. The pit bosses are watching the floor men. The shift bosses are watching the pit bosses. The casino manager is watching the shift bosses. I'm watching the casino manager. And the eye-in-the-sky is watching us all.
-Ace Rothstein

As if I didn't slack enough on the blog posting, I have a little vacation beginning on Wednesday after work. I am hopping a bird and heading to Vegas for a couple of days in the hundred degree heat. Ron, Steve and myself are headed out for a short little trip to the desert.

Stevie and I are then hopping back on a bird on Saturday to be home in time for NFL football on Sunday at Cleveland Browns Stadium. I'm going to guess there will be a story or two to be told when I get back.

Try not to miss me too much!
Ricky B

Sunday, September 02, 2007

One more thing...

Matt and I heard this on the way home and both had to laugh. It could be one of the greatest radio calls of all time, in my humble opinion.

App State Radio


The Biggest Upset Ever?

The greatest ever? I’m not sure where it ranks but I am glad to say I was there yesterday. I was sitting in Section 18 Row 43 Seat 10. I have the ticket stub to prove it but the story starts so much earlier.

Matt had told me on Thursday that I was the choice (by default but I didn’t mind one bit) to go up to Ann Arbor on Saturday with him to see the Michigan Wolverines open up their season again Appalachian State. Most people know that I am a fan of THE Ohio State University Buckeyes, but I enjoy the pageantry of going to just about any event and I didn’t mind driving up to the Big House to take in a game on the first Saturday in September.

Since I was Matt’s guest I asked him how early he wanted to get going and let him do all the planning for tailgating, pre game etc. We agreed to leave his place by 6:00am on Saturday to make the drive up to Michigan.

I popped out of bed bright eyed and was on the road even a few minutes early on Saturday morning and made the drive to Matt’s house. When I arrived it was about 5:40am, and I pulled in the drive. I noticed that the house was totally dark. I figured that maybe Matt didn’t want to wake up the boss and he was getting ready in the dark house. I walked around the back of the house and then I realized that he wasn’t even awake. There was no movement going on here. I tried to look in the windows to see if my spidey sense was correct. I thought about banging on the door but I didn’t want to wake the neighborhood.

I wasn’t quite sure what to do. I got back in my car and thought about it for a few minutes. I sent him a text message asking if he was awake. No reply. I sat a while longer and called his cell phone. Voicemail. Damn It! OK, now what? It’s now about 6:10am and I am sitting there listening to the radio in my car.

A car pulls down his street and slows down right in front of his house. A guy pops out of the car with a handful of today’s Plain Dealers. He chucked it at Matt’s house and nails the front door. WHAM! That has to wake somebody up. I look for some lights to pop on in the house. Nothing doing…WTF?

It’s now about 6:15. OK…Another call to the cell phone. Voicemail again. I am getting a little upset thinking to myself that I woke up and made the drive for a team that I don’t even root for and he’s asleep. I figure that it’s time for me to cut my losses and say it’s not in the cards for me to go to Michigan today. I send Matt another text message saying that I am bailing out and I'm headed home.

I back the car out of the driveway and hop back on the highway heading east. As I get to East 72nd my phone rings (btw…I set the ring tone to the Ohio State Battle Cry on Friday night). Hey looky there, Matt Fyffe is on the phone. He apologizes and asks if I still want to head on up. I told him that I was almost at the point of no return. I actually had the thought in my head that if I had made it all the way home and he called me, I wasn’t turning around and going. But I was close enough that I did get off at the East 72nd exit and headed back west to his house.

A few minutes later I pulled in his drive again. He came out ready to go apologized several times. I really wasn’t upset about it anymore so we popped on the turnpike and made our way. Traffic was surprisingly pretty light all the way there. We picked a lot to park the car and settled down for some beer drinking.

We chatted over a few beers and killed some time before heading over to the Big House for game time. We were actually a little early heading in so we stopped off at the souvenir shop to pick up some gear. After making our purchases we made our way to our seats.

We were there just in time to see the Wolverines roar onto the field. And then the game started.
If you want the breakdown of the game I will let the fine folks of
ESPN, Sportsline or Michigan Zone take care of that for me.

I’ll jump ahead in my story to the game right after Mike Hart ran for a sweet 54 yards for a go ahead TD (followed by their second failed 2 point conversion which I told Matt was the wrong call both times) and App State came out and threw an interception. Michigan didn’t move the ball and had a FG blocked.

App State moved the ball down the field into chip shot FG range, Matt turned to me salty and pissed off and said “Lets go”.

I grabbed him by the back of his shirt and said “No way am I leaving now!”

We watched as the figgie sailed through the goal posts and then made our way to the exits.

As I walked up the aisles towards the gates I looked into the faces of disgruntled and startled Michigan fans and saw a lot of heads shaking. I heard the words “Fire Lloyd Now!” a couple of times as well. Of course as an Ohio State fan, I was silently enjoying this inside.

Before leaving the stadium, Matt made a stop back to the MDen tent and promptly returned the shirts that he had purchased earlier in the day. Honestly, I thought that may have been the funniest thing I saw all day. He was pissed off enough that he said that Michigan didn’t deserve the money after the crappy effort that they had put forth on this particular Saturday.

As Matt came out of the shop I was standing there waiting and listening to the end of the game as Michigan somehow got within FG range only to have that kicked blocked to end the game.

We got out of Ann Arbor and hit the highway back towards the safety of the Ohio State line. The ride home was uneventful as we listened to Georgia Tech beat the crap out of Notre Dame, Matt was taking everything surprisingly well. He said that he would just have to avoid any televisions, newspapers, interwebs and maybe cancel his cell phone plan to avoid all the ribbing that he would be taking for the next few days from Non-Michigan fans.

Honestly, it was a good football game to see and I can proudly say that I was there. I just want to thank Matt for the experience and I’m quite sure that I will never ever get another invitation to go back to the Big House again, but at least I went out with a very large bang.