Brian's quite remarkable blog of wonder.

yesterday, as it was a home game day, millions of intoxicated football freaks descended upon my beloved home town and acted despicably in incredibly large numbers. usually, i just stay clear of these celebrations of stupidity, but yesterday i had to work, and that involved punching in at the Cambus office which is right in the shadow of Kinnick Stadium. in my singular idiocy, i decided to drive to work, which meant being in a traffic jam that took me 45 minutes to get through (a distance of about two blocks). and once i got to the office, i was faced with the hilarious problem of where to park. so i swindled my way to an incredibly great parking spot that was really damn close to the stadium, and i felt awesome for doing it. i mean, the people among whom i was parking were the people i had seen the night before when i went to the Cambus office, who had gone there a day early to ensure a good parking spot. i felt utterly immortal.

driving the bus was a bitch, i tell you what. since Hawkeye Interdorm, the route i was driving, goes right past the stadium, it took me 2 hours to drive a 1 hour round.

at one point, i was driving around these incredibly elderly Chinese people, and i stopped at one of the dorms, and about one hundred screamingly, vomitingly drunk underclassmen boarded the bus to go downtown and drink some more, chanting "fuck ASU!" at the top of their lungs. and when those frail old Chinese people got off the bus, the smiles wiped (probably permanently) from their faces, i felt crushing sorrow to have been a part of it.

sometimes i think college football brings out intolerance and erases sensitivity.