KSK is blowing up so fucking huge that we're getting invited to road games. Alright, that might be an exaggeration, you could say I was just tagging along with some friends with an extra ticket. Regardless, it was a great experience that I will not soon forget. I’ll mostly remember the silent rage bubbling throughout my body like that weird ass slime from Ghostbusters II.
After resigning to the concept of defeat (down 2 touchdowns with 12 seconds left, indy ball) I started thinking about those magical passes in our pockets (obviously not press passes). I was slightly consoled by the experience of watching the Redskins file out of the locker room and walking towards the exit between Shawn Springs and Marcus Washington (I love a man in braces).
I was at the Marriot adjacent to the stadium. The same view
could be enjoyed by the Colts who also stayed there...and yes,
the camera wasn't so hot and I'm no photojournalist.
- I have no idea why people would willingly live in Indy. If you have to live there out of necessity then I pity you; if you choose to stay (or move) there then I question your chemical balance.
- First Reaction: It’s like Baltimore sans the whimsy. As you can plainly see the views are a sight to behold, truly breathtaking. Through extensive research we found a very nice small restaurant with a legit wine list. Besides that the city was like a wasteland, I kept wondering where everything was. Then I realized I there were no surprises around the next, or any, corner.
- Cold + Windy = Gay
- I’ve never seen so many white people in my entire life. The inside of the Dome looked like an Abercrombie ad with ugly people. Washington may not have the most polished crowd (which is good and bad) but we've got nothing on Indy. They must lease a lot of short busses.