It took me about 2 hours to get to Champaign yesterday. After waiting though about 45 minutes of crawling traffic in town, I found a parking lot adjacent to a Motorola building. It's still under construction, and the sand and dust were swirling with every struggling tire spin. About a mile away, perhaps less, stands Memorial Stadium, home of the University Of Illinois whatever-they're-calleds, a football team. (Fighting Illini, I think maybe)

It got hot. Really hot. Water was sold out during the 1st quarter of the game. The Bears were losing. Interceptions. Fumbles. Boo.

Of course, Da Bears love 4th quarter comebacks, and we beat the Vikings 27-23.

Yes, I am one of THOSE people who say "we" when I am not a Chicago Bear, merely a fan. I like it.

My mother was ecstatic. We both had lots of fun once we found the water fountains. All the TV commercials played on the jumbotron so we got commercial breaks even at the stadium. That really chafes.

If you ever see a Famous Dave's barbeque, and you're not a veggie, go eat. It is fucking great. They even have real trucker-looking rednecks cooking the food. I swear I saw a guy with a mullet and an apron. I wish he was my uncle.
5:04 PM - Bottle Rocket Fire Alarm