A One seed in the NIT.
Feels like:

I'm beginning to enjoy that cigar when everybody else goes into the game. At least as long as the guys in the RV across the way continue to have it on the flat screen.
I'm glad it's been a while since that game. I was going to write a manifesto on my annoyance with the absolutely putrid fans in our section, but I've decided its not worth the time. They are old and grumpy and whiney and they make my ears hurt.
I'm old, grumpy, and whiney, but much more fun to be around. Go Illini!
Mr. Cosgrove and Mr. Sanariz showed up shortly before game time - and with Reeser and me, may have been part of the largest gathering of the Spring '91 pledge class since Frog Pond. It was great to see them both, but I wish the bastards would have come back after the game so we could have caught up -HA! Oh well, next year.
And Michigan State beat the crap out of our football team.
I didn't grow up a U of I sports fan. In basketball, I remember Phi Slamma Jamma from Houston and a little of the Flying Illini, but was much more of a Bradley fan, watching Hersey Hawkins on my little black and white TV mom got me one Christmas. In football, I remember Doug Floutie's Hail Mary, Brian Bosworth, Cal's miraculous return, and I actually owned a UCLA jersey (mesh of course) because I liked the colors. But I have no "history" with U of I athletics. Hell, even when I was in Champaign, I think I attended 4 basketball games and my football memories are, shall we say, fuzzy.
I envy my friends that grew up huge Illini fans. Reeser can recite stats, play sequences, national title implications, and even the friggin weather from the games he attended in the 80's. I didn't even know Memorial Stadium existed until I visited with my dad one weekend in August before school started my freshman year (right after some idiots torched the Astroturf -remember that?).
I don't know how long we'll get to enjoy these six (com'on Ron, give us seven) weekends each year - but enjoying a beautiful September day tailgating at a U of I football game with my friends and family is, well, absolutely Perfect.
Well, Addy and Caleb got some use out of the new cabinet. Note the Natty Light up top.
Caleb and the Floyd boys. Derek, next time, park in Mahomet - it's closer :)
Atta boy Caleb! Note how his feet are strategically positioned to cover up his ole' man's crappy spraypaint cover-up of the one blemish we got during the bus's first winter.
Katie, I stole this picture from you. Because it rocks.
The weather was awesome and I got to drink beer and smoke pork for 7 hours before the game, I partied with some friends I haven't seen in more than a decade, Jesse showed up (crow tastes good), and we won the damn game. But there were some little ones hanging out with us that appeared to have a ball. Maybe one day they'll recite the stats, tell about how we ended ISU's 2009 National Title hopes, speak of the perfect weather, and marvel at the memory of Mr. Seidman's dancing. And some day, when I pass the keys to the bus on to them, they will hold a special place in their heart for the silly old man that introduced them to this lunacy. And they'll get me and Reeser a case of Natty so I can watch my son pass J.C. Caroline on the all time Illini rushing list.