Oh - and for introducing me to a certain someone at one of the oldest drinking establishments on campus.
And the Pi Phis are as sweet as ever. So is this edifice I called home for three years. We are brave, we are bold...I know some of you know the rest, but I'll leave that out for now.
Our kids had a blast the entire weekend, and proudly represented the Orange and Blue. With a little red and black mixed in.
Followed by the a message from the smart little brother to his Badger relatives.
Mr. Musky roomed with this gem his senior year, and the stories are numerous, outrageous and hysterical. We enjoyed digging some of them out of the vault over the weekend.
On to the game, which was every bit as fun as it was when we were undergrads.
Surprise - another fraternity brother walking into Memorial Stadium!
Um...yeah. Our seats were never this great when we were poor college students.
Great way to show that Illini spirit.
I still get goosebumps listening to the Three in One and will go to my grave saying there is nothing better than singing Hail to the Orange linked arm-in-arm with your comrades at halftime. But it just is not the same without Chief Illiniwek.
Thanks again, Brother Bear, for paving the way for me at the University of Illinois and for introducing me to your punky, younger friend.
I'm off to bed to enjoy a day I've been looking forward to since October when that aforementioned Match Maker announced that his family would be flying in for Thanksgiving this year. I have a sneaking suspicion that there will be a story or two to report after paying homage to the Turkey later today.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! I am truly grateful for every one of you who read my nonsense.