Up to this point being a senior has been pretty much the greatest thing ever. That is until this weekend when I had to experience my first "last". You know, you have your last time registering for classes, your last first class, your last time being able to wear pajamas in public without being judged. This weekend was my last football game and it was one of the biggest bitter-sweet moments I have ever experienced. So, naturally, I thought I would share.
The day started off the way all good days should, with breakfast and champagne with friends.
It was a beautiful day, perfect for a football game. At first . . .
After a meander around, it was time to get down to business and tailgate.
That's when it happened . . . the temperature dropped, the snow started, and it would take until late that night to warm up again.
Food was eaten, hand warmers stolen, and a toast was made.
It was time to head into the stadium.
While the game was entertaining, we all were really there for one reason.
Last game, half-time marshmallow fight.
The game ended, the band played, we sang the alma mater and then it was time to rush the field.
Leaving the stadium was terrible and wonderful at the same time.
Next fall I won't know what to do with myself on Saturday afternoons!