You Down with the OPP?

It's sad that we can't even cheer to that song at Clemson basketball games anymore...Yes, Oliver Purnell, I'm still a little bitter. But don't you worry, Coach, we've only lost one game (by ONE POINT) this season thus far, so you can go on with your bald self.

The boy is adventuring to the see the Tigers take on Michigan tonight. He's tickled pink. So is Brid because he gets to go with him since I politely declined because I have much more important things to do...like watch Glee. And drink coffee with JM and LH. I tell ya, I just keep showing you all how much my priorities are in line, huh? Thomas Green Clemson would be disappointed. Sorry. But not really.

I do miss being able to go to games whenever I'd like. Like freshman year, when the hall girls and I would religiously be at every baseball game to root on the team. Or maybe it was to see the baseball players in their cute little pants...probably. I had the biggest crush on the catcher, Casanova, that year. It really was destiny that we were meant to be, too. One day, I was in the cafeteria innocently filling my plate with pasta and this onion just catapults itself out of the basket the cafeteria ladies used to fill with "fresh" vegetables. Seriously, I was like 5 feet away from this basket and there was no one else to be found around it. It was an act of God, I say. Wellllll, A. Casanova himself comes flying to the rescue out of NOWHERE and picks up the onion (maybe he thought it was a baseball?) and places it gingerly back in the basket. Ummmm. Was he watching me? How did he see the onion? Nobody at Clemson University liked that pasta but me. He must've been watching me. Thinking, hey that girl likes Schilletter food! Wow!! She must be pretty awesome.

Then, I proceeded to suavely saunter up to him and tell him that we were, indeed, pledged to be married. Psyche. I stood there like a deer in headlights with drool dripping onto my tray. He gave me a weird look and walked away. I do have that gift of making most situations awkward if need be. This was no different. But anyways, yeah, I had an encounter with the Clemson baseball catcher. I think he loved me, if only for a split second. It was all because of the onion.

This is where I got this. I'd also like to say that all things worked out for the best. I have a fabulous guy now and Casanova plays for some team in Michigan and I do NOT do cold weather like that.