The Postgame meal: That's what I like about homecoming, I get older, Bulls stay the same.
I walked out of the last game I will conceivably go to at UB Stadium. It was 2 years ago almost to the day, Homecoming 2010 against the hated Temple Owls. Jeff Quinn started Alex Zordich who didn't seem able to throw the ball. We were down 28-0 at the half and Temple was having way too much fun. I left at halftime and found out later we lost 42-0.
An hour passes. at one point, a stray thought says you should start being scared, but fear is a concept that floats somewhere beyond your immediate reach, like that numb hand lying naked in the snow. You've slid into the temperature range at which cold renders the enzymes in your brain less efficient. With every one-degree drop in body temperature below 95, your cerebral metabolic rate falls off by 3 to 5 percent. When your core temperature reaches 93, amnesia nibbles at your consciousness. You check your watch: 12:58. Maybe someone will come looking for you soon. Moments later, you check again. You can't keep the numbers in your head. You'll remember little of what happens next.
And now we get Toledo that beat undefeated Cincy last week. I can only hope I remember little of the rest of 2012. But it seems i'll continue to sit here numb until help arrives or I stop caring, whatever comes first.
: The game was awful, your limbs are frozen numb. Lets get you some Mexican Hot Chocolate. Appropriate as we're heading to Toledo.