I'm not quite sure what sparked the conversation a few months back, but somehow I was put in charge of organizing a trip to the annual Yale/Harvard game. Luckily enough, this year it was right down the street at the Yale Bowl in New Haven. To tell you the truth, I was shocked that the alumni of both schools actually allow a commoner like myself to be able to buy a whopping fifteen seats in a row to, more or less, try to dress like they do and enjoy ourselves in the company of some of our nation's most intelligent. I was talking to Christi and Nebraska home game or not, I can't remember a college football game where I've seen people buy tickets at the counter, let along empty seats in the stadium. At the same point, it's quite strange and quite sad.

Tailgating was the absolute highlight of the day. After we made our way through the "game day traffic," we pull into our spot and throw down the bean bag boards. The second we did that (and all throughout the day) people looked at us as if we were crazy, playing a game that they've never seen before. Besides throwing a football around, it might be the most popular game at a tailgate. After studying the people around us, we weren't shocked they have never heard of the game before. The Harvard group next to us pulled in with their Lexus and pulled out a table, table cloth, and started serving champagne on ice at 9am in the morning. I took a quick look back to our Jeep to see AP chugging a Bud Light and Restivo eating potatoes out of a plastic dish with a beer bottle cap since our plastic silverware hadn't arrived yet. I think at that point, you could clearly tell who dropped $50K per semester for their education and who dropped $50K for their degree.

We had such a blast tailgating that we didn't make it into the game until seven seconds left in the first half. Right as we get in, former Nebraska quarterback, Patrick Witt, misses one of his many passes on the day and Yale decides to go for a 62 yard field goal since they didn't trust the golden arm of Mr. Witt. Needless to say, none of us were holding our breath as the ball didn't even make it to the end zone.

After suffering through the third quarter, we're thinking it's almost time to ditch this poor attempt at what they call football and head back to the tailgate. Maybe it's because I hadn't lost enough of my voice yelling at Witt or maybe it was because we figured we better get some use out of our tickets (did I mention they were $15 and 15 rows up?), we stuck around until the end. Up until this point, we figured the Ivy Leaguers focused more on intellects than it did on X's and O's. This point couldn't have been more clear than when Yale was facing a 4th and 22 from their own 25 yard line with three minutes left and a three point lead. All they have to do is punt the ball away and deny a field goal attempt in the waning seconds. Is this what they do? Of course not. They run their fake punt formation, give the ball over on downs and watch the game slip through their fingers three plays later. I've watched a lot of football in my life, and that has to go down as one of the dumbest play calls that I've ever seen ... Ivy league football or real football.

Although the game didn't live up to the hype, we had a blast going down there and looked awesome doing it. Pics will hopefully be up after we get back from Thanksgiving down in San Antonio. Until then, you can check out Christi's Facebook page to see us in all of our glory.