I try to make it out to at least one football away game per year. Why? Let me tell you, there is nothing more fulfilling than flying thousands of miles to watch your team get beaten into oblivion or your coach pretend we have no kickers on the roster or just appreciate the exciting local artisanal meth scene while your team blows a double-digit lead.
As I said in my introduction, I have a storied history of watching SDSU football games on the road, entering this season with a 2-8 record that boasts huge wins in such iconic venues as Sam Boyd Stadium in Las Vegas (against one of UNLV’s worst teams, and that is really saying something) and Spartan Stadium in San Jose (which, in fairness, happened to be a pretty damn awesome comeback win).
But with the chance to check out Chicago and see a game at Wrigley Field for the first time – coupled with my my undying love for sweet, sweet #MACtion – this trip for the Northern Illinois game was a no-brainer for my four buddies and me.
Continue reading “Sweet home, DeKalb-o”
The Aztecs beat Cal. It’s been three days and I still can’t say those words without the biggest smile creeping up on my face.
I’ve been to a lot of SDSU football games over the years, but this one was different. In our prediction post I talked about how this game was, to me, both the most exciting and terrifying of the Aztecs’ 2016 slate. Well, it definitely lived up to both of those. I couldn’t wait to watch the Aztecs redeem themselves and avenge the 2015 loss to the Bears. And being in the stadium that night was an experience I won’t soon forget.
Continue reading “Beating Cal: Fan’s-eye view of a crazy night at the Q”
If you’re reading this, it’s probably safe to assume you are an Aztecs fan, and, in turn, also probably safe to assume you remember 2011. Particularly the Spring of 2011. The SDSU men’s basketball team was in the midst of an incredible, historical season. The end of February saw us gearing up for a highly anticipated matchup with BYU. I won’t talk about the game itself because we all know how that turned out and I doubt any of you reading would want to relive it.
Continue reading “That time I went HAM in Fisherville”