
On the bright side, during the tailgate, they actually played more rock than rap. And the rap they did play was (mostly) enjoyable. Even the single country song was good--Rascal Flatts, a country band I've begrudgingly come to trust...
On the brighter side, in my awkward reclusion, I scratched this sketch out while waiting for The Game to start. Some random homeless-looking guy approached me and told me he saw this girl walking around.
I said, "Oh, cool."
I thought, "She isn't real."
I felt, "Scared."
We'll teach those Crimson Cretins a thing or two next year on their terf. Again.
Reuxben
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