Today the soil is healthier though the farmer planted aggressively.

Wow, pretty interesting weekend. There's a lot to talk about but I want to focus on the MSU game. MSU is tied for second on my "most hated ND opponents" list. They're tied with Michigan and behind USC. Anyhow, as a little background for yall who don't know, they're pretty much assholes. And on top of that, their coach said something along lines of "the thing that bothered me most about the flag-planting is that they didn't even do it on the 50 yd line. We were 15 yards off! Haha." HAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO. I am not amused. Neither is the rest of the ND nation. So, needless to say, I was ready to go at gametime. I was so pumped I almost Zidane'd my hamster.

But anyhow, before I finish my first Silver Bullet, we're down 17-0 and I'm bummed. (Btw, I think I'm conviced these days that Stones > Bullets, but that's another topic for another day.) My friend and pseudo-roommate Mike, like a skilled ER surgeon reacting to a crisis, knew exactly what needed to be done. Before I knew it, I had an ice-cold Sparks in my hands. For those of you who don't know, Sparks is pretty much a high-rent, carbonated, energy bum wine. It's prostitute-killing juice. Or, more accurately, prostitute-killing fuel. Whoever thought it was a good idea to combine drunkedness and hyperness into one conveniently packaged unit was right. It is a good idea. But I've digressed.

So we're down big and the only way I can handle it is through the sweet relief of drank. Without boring the Blogation Nation with the details, we were down 17 with like 8 minutes left and scored 3 TDs to win the game. It was such a rollercoaster of a game. All of us were cursing, high-fiving (Because we're white. That's what white people do), hugging, etc throughout. Most of this stuff would be considered somewhat homo-erotic in any other situation. Thank God we won. See picture of MSU players guarding their "S" so that we wouldn't plant our flag. Pshhh. So afterwards we hit up some local bars. We met up with some dude with long hair (I don't remember his name b/c I was wasted), his gf, and her supposedly hot friends. Yeah, they were pretty hot if you're into the sloth types. I'm sorry if that's mean. Well... not really. On the way back I ended up buying more Sparks for some reason, drank some, and then went to sleep. I was hungover alllll Sunday. Frownyface.

P.S., Don't worry about the post title. It's some quote I heard and I put it up there to be cryptic.