Not sure what a backyardigan originally was, but it’s a pretty fun word to say.
Go ahead and try it – (probably) no one is listening!
Anybody else go to the CSU game this weekend? I did. Sad. I thought the staff changes were supposed to revitalize the program (Have I mentioned I’m really into instant gratification?). Oh well, nothing a new stadium can’t fix right?!
I actually didn’t get to watch the whole game, although I was there for fifteen hours. Did y’all notice all those people in yellow shirts keeping the peace? Givin ya a sweet pat down when you came in the game? I was in charge of them! …and when I say in charge, I really mean I just hand out those lovely yellow shirts. It was a long day, but there were a few parts that made it seem not so bad. It wasn’t the first time I’ve been here, but being stationed in the tunnel right next to the locker room won’t get old anytime soon.

But the best part was in the morning, not even an hour after sunrise. I walked out of the tunnel and just stood there in awe. I love the quiet of an empty football field. I’m not sure what’s better – in the morning when there is anticipation and excitement in the air, or after the game when the air is still and cool, and you can feel the determination and effort everybody left on the field no matter the game outcome. Either way, it’s pretty magical.

Fifteen hours on one paycheck doesn’t hurt, either.