Saturday, September 13, 2003
That, mes amis, was the score at today's Michigan v. Notre Dame football game. With Michigan, of course, being the winning team.
I was informed that it's the first time Michigan has blown out Notre Dame since 1902. It's also the largest margin of victory and the most points scored by either team in the entire Michigan/Notre Dame history.
And I think it's worth mentioning that the attendance at this game, 111,726, set an all-time NCAA single-game attendance record. And yes, it really did seem like that many people.
Of course this is a huge rivalry, so while the two previous games were awesome and glorious and such, and everyone got into it, this was above and beyond. Everyone was in either Michigan or Notre Dame attire, and if they were in Notre Dame attire they were being harassed. During the game, everyone was chanting and screaming. It was really beyond impressive.
On the walk down to the stadium, as I've said before, you have to walk past all the frats. Usually they're in fine form, but today they were even better. The game was later in the day, so people were even more thoroughly drunk than they generally are. Whenever someone in one of the frats spotted a Notre Dame fan, they would shout, "Green! Green! We've got Green coming!" At which all the other members of the frat would rush to the sidewalk and douse the unfortunate fan in beer, or whatever else they had handy. The Notre Dame fans were all wearing green, in case you didn't know.
A little further down, we came to a frat which had a kid lying on his back on the sidewalk in front, with no pants on. He was waving his legs in the air and shouting. His friends were all standing around, laughing at him and yelling to passerby, "It's OK, it's OK, he's Korean." When we got a little closer, we could hear what the kid was shouting. He was squealing, over and over again, "North Korea! North Korea! Kim Jong Il! Kim Jong Il!" It was bizarre, to say the least. Why it would be OK because he was Korean, no one could figure out.
Every so often, while we were walking down (and when I say 'we', I mean pretty much the entire school... you just have vast throngs of people, all moving down to the stadium), someone would start a chant going. The chant, usually, was, "Fuck - the - I - rish!" clap clap clapclapclap. You know the rhythm I mean. Anyways, a whole slew of people would start chanting 'Fuck the Irish'. Eventually it would peter out... after it did, some more enterprising member of the crowd would usually shout a particularly eloquent phrase of his or her own choosing. Such as, "Fuck the Irish! And their fucking pedophile priests!" Which would get a cheer out of everyone, Catholic or not, because this is Michigan, and personal religion takes a backseat to taunting Notre Dame.
During the actual game, the chants were more varied. 'Fuck the Irish' was prevalent, but there were a number of others, especially later in the game, when we were decidedly winning. There was "O - ver - ra - ted!", and also "Hous - ton's - bet - ter!" (since we had played Houston last week... and they, at least, managed to get one score off of us). There were also a few rounds of "Su - gar - bowl!" from excited hopefuls in the crowd. And of course there were all the old standbys, such as the "Go Blue!" chant, which is controlled by people in the crowd with cowbells, and the rousing renditions of "Hail to the Victors", which is now stuck in my head and probably will be all night.
People also had signs at the game... some were innocuous, saying "Go Blue!" or "Maize and Blue forever!" or something along those lines. Some were more personally tailored for Notre Dame. I saw one which read "Touchdown Jesus Touched Me". At their home games, Notre Dame has a giant Touchdown Jesus sort of statue thing. Anyways, I thought it was a funny sign. After they were well on their way to losing, a number of overjoyed Michigan fans broke out signs which read "Jesus Hates You".
Someone had managed to either purchase or make a giant, inflatable penis. I have no idea how they got it into the stadium... they must have had to blow it up once inside, because I'm willing to bet something like that would not be allowed in. But I don't know how they would have inflated it without a pump. Because this thing was huge. Maybe six feet long. Emblazoned on it, in giant black letters, were the words "Notre Dame sucks!" You know how people toss around beach balls at football games, up and down rows in the stadium? That's what was done with this vast phallus.
Eventually someone from stadium security managed to catch and confiscate it, but not before it had rocketed around the entire student section for at least a quarter.
Yes, on the whole, a most glorious game. We couldn't have asked for anything better. Even the weather held, and because the game was late in the day, my side of the stadium actually had blessed shade for the entire second half. So it wasn't too hot.
this is john navarre. he is our quarterback. michigan gives him love.
After the game the jubilant masses thronged out of the stadium and made their excited, drunken way back to Central Campus. To get more drunk. Caroline (football buddy) and I went to the Union and had dinner, along with everyone else on campus who wasn't getting drunk just then. It was rather crowded, but we found some people to sit with, so it was good. First hot food that wasn't instant macaroni I'd had this week.
Then I came back to the dorm, and it was around 9 or so. I drank tons of water, since my throat is terribly hoarse from all that screaming. Yup. And now I'm blogging, and listening to the Catherine Wheel, since that is good music, mes amis, it is.
Tomorrow I have tons of art homework to do, although I'm actually ahead in my chem homework, if you can believe it. And hopefully I'll be able to watch the Lions game at 1.
Ha HA! Thirty-eight to zero! Suck on that, Notre Dame!
*edit* Here is a link which has been passed about the Internet a bit. Wouldn't want you folks to miss out. It's rabbits, I think, although it's sort of hard to tell. But! They look like Tribbles! I squeal in joy. As a side note, who the hell would want one of those things? The rabbits, I mean, not Tribbles. Everyone wants Tribbles. *end edit*