There's no football like Big House football, or so they say. I'll know in a shade over 24 hours and man am I pumped. Yesterday after IOE441 I went for a pretty nice little bike ride around A2 and found out that you can see, from the downtown stretch of Main Street, the north scoreboard at Michigan Stadium. So cool. Back at home, I made high after the sun went down, arranging and cleaning and setting up and tearing down at a feverish pace ahead of this weekend and next. That means that between the past few days the CPC has gotten neglected a tad, which means that this afternoon and alllllll of Sunday are going to be chalked up to contingency-induced fun.
Friday, September 17, 2004