| Random Trips - Football at Notre Dame |
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Kirk Gartside, All-American, standing next to Knute Rockne. "Let's win one for The Gipper!"
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South Bend's finest offering us a place to spend the night.
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John next to Coach Leahy and "The Touchdown Jesus"
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Notre Dame scores a touchdown and the pushups begin! (in the crowd). Gotta love the student
section.
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Nov 16-18th: Navy 16 at Notre Dame 34. |
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Good times, good times. Getting on a plane just 4 days after a
big crash in New York City. Going to Fort Wayne, Indiana to see John Salemi.
Trekking up to Notre Dame for a (real) college football game. Being violated by airport security
waiting for my plane. Nothing beats a long weekend.
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Monday morning: "Yahoo! Going on a plane trip"
Monday afternoon: Another plane goes down.
Monday night: "Maybe this isn't such a good idea"
Tuesday: "Oh good, it wasn't terrorists (this time)."
Wednesday: "What do you mean, the plane just fell apart?!?"
Friday: "I've always hated airports"
Saturday: "Yeah, Notre Dame!"
Sunday: "Hey officer, watch where you put those hands!"
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Oh yeah, a big time college football game. Being a Uconn season ticket holder, I figured a college
football game is a college football game. As usual, I was wrong. Big thanks to John Salemi for inviting me out to
Fort Wayne and setting up a trip to Notre Dame for game day. As usual it was an adventure. After arriving in Fort (d)
Wayne!, John and I grabbed some grub and hit the road for South Bend. With directions in hand we proceeded
to get completely lost. Luckily we had the cell phone in hand. A quick call to the Lincolnwood Hotel....
Kirk: "Hey there, we're on our way to your hotel and we're a little lost."
Hotel Lady: "Ok, we are at 4300 Lincolnwood Ave West"
Kirk: "Ummm. I have the address, but we can't find the street. Right now we are on SR-31N"
Hotel Lady: "Well, I just moved here and don't know where this hotel is."
Kirk: "You what?"
Hotel Lady: "Let me give you to my husband, he's the directions guy."
Kirk (to John): "Thank God, progress"
Hotel Dude: "Can I help you?"
Kirk: "Yeah, I'm in the City Center and need to find you all."
Hotel Dude: "What's City Center?"
Kirk (rolling eyes at John): "Downtown"
Hotel Dude: "Well, I just moved here and don't know the area at all."
Kirk: "You don't know how to get to your own hotel?!?"
Hotel Dude: "I'm afraid so"
Kirk: "Never mind, I'll just ask someone at a gas station."
Somehow we made it to the hotel, as we pull into the lot and see a broken down, rusty pickup truck. John
turns to me and says "I have a bad feeling about this." Next we met the Hotel Lady that I had spoken on the
phone with. I swear to God, both of us thought it was Halloween, she looked just like a witch
(was missing a tooth, running around cackling to herself). At one point she was telling jokes and laughing and there was a strange and
particular oder in the air. [SNIFF] [SNIFF] My God, she smelled like booze!!! No wonder, she was drunk as sin.
Luckily, after much joking around, we crashed and made it to the Notre Dame campus the next morning. What a cool campus,
all of the students were out (along with Alums) having a good time. Each dorm had set up grilles outside and were selling food to
the passers by. Of course, John and I had one thing is mind: TAILGATING! And tailgate we did. Once again,
John is 'The Man'; his leadership and management skills, honed in the GE FMLP, came thru and cold beer and hot
food was enjoyed by your fearless hero. Oh yeah, there was a football game too, and Notre Dame won.
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