Old men:dangling sacs::clarinet section:old women

Pretty good first game to start off the season, and props to all the Michigan State fans for being so well-traveled. 38-31 was a bit scary, but that was one of the more exciting fourth quarters in recent memory, considering that both teams scores double digits in the fourth quarter but only ten or fewer points in each of the previous three.

But I'm not a great football analyst; we'll leave that to the greats at CGB. I do, however, have a contributing moment. (Pre: If you know anything about KNak and how he acts during sporting events, the following description should be no surprise to you.)

The band is standing on the sidelines waiting for halftime to begin (by the way: down at 5:00? Really, though? We were there longer than fucking 'Nam). Nate Longshore just threw his second pick. The crowd boos, and as usual, KNak opens his oft-used The American Standard Dictionary of Swears, Curses, Obscenities, and Miscellaneous Verbal Dickslaps and really piles it on poor Longshore. We're standing literally ten feet away from the football team, and I'm trying to get him to shut up, but to no avail. Eventually he calms down and instead just mutters to himself as if he were a schizo locked up in a dark corner somewhere, like John Forbes Nash or Britney Spears.

But then Kevin Riley gets put back in under center and immediately turns the momentum of the game around, throwing for 42 and 24 yards, eventually leading to a TD run in by Jahvid "The Jet" Best...all in the course of 54 seconds.

KNak immediately begins the loudest personal "KEVIN RILEY *clap clap clapclapclap*" chant I've ever heard a single person produce. The problem/fucking hilarious part is that nobody else did it with him. He was a lone soldier in a sea of "dude shut the fuck up." Regardless, KNak kept this up on his own for a good two minutes. I was laughing my ass off with my back turned to him, and so were a few of the fans in the stands right next to us. And so, with much flourish and aplomb, KNak introduced his true self to the frightened newman class of 2008.

Small moment it may be, but these are the little things that I like to keep in my memory.