MSU & L.O.S.T triumph in Ann Arbor

The last down has been played, the last whistle blown. Everyone has returned home and the groundscrew cleans up Michigan Stadium.The final result? VICTORY.

Yes, you heard me. VICTORY. And boy is it sweet. MSU overcame a REALLY bad call on a "pylon touchdown", misssed field goals, a hostile crowd, and a seemingly inspired Wolverinoe squad and most of all, gained its first victory in The Big House since 1990.18 years of frustration and struggle.It by no means indicates a passing of power in a series that has not been kind to MSU, but it does signal the arrival of MSU on the Big 10 top 5 radar and also helps establish Mark Dantonio as a solid coach and program builder.With MSU being on TV every game this year, hopefully more recruits will be interested in playing ball at MSU.

My LOST cohorts and I , well, in a word or two, TORE THAT PLACE UP! As our official "away" game , and yet another oppurtunity to scratch off a stadium from our list of houses in the Big Ten that we have invaded, it was , overall a wonderful day! It all started with a very generous portion of alcohol at the famous Stivers restaurant and bar.Upon arrival, we were booed out of the bar, with a smattering of support by some Spartans, and a complete lack of seating.We took a table just outside the bar and ordered our food.Fried shrimp,wet burrito,beef nachos and fried mushrooms.Delish.With pitcher beer and STIFF mixed drinks, we carried on greeting Spartans and harassing UM faithful as they came and went.Whiskey sours, gin and tonic, bloody marys and 7 & 7's.Whiskey to "make us surly" I growled.The jokes never stopped or the laughter, and all the while, Caesar with a steady eye on the clock. "Promise me I will see kick off...promise me!", McDofist cried. Reassured, Caesar rested.For 15 seconds. Then the look to the wall clock and another, " come on, I wanna be on the bus for kickoff!!". Keep in mind, the game starts at 330pm, our park and ride parking lot is all of 11 minetes away, and its 135pm ."drink your gin & tonic", we said.2 min. later, "come on!!! I wanna be on the bus!!!", Caesar pleaded.Relenting, Mother Superior picked up the food/bar tab ( so long it was like three pages or something) and we made our way into the bar again.Spotting a friend of old days, LOST had a brief tuning hum and then..you guessed it, the MSU fight song.LOUD and PROUD.We belted that song out in that tiny bar, all the UMies coiled in fear, hissing.When "victory for MSU!!" rolled out and the bar fell silent, applause and cheering.LOST conquers again in the form and function of our sing along deep in the heart of Penn State territory!I have yet to see another group of adults with the enthusiasm we convey.

The ride to Miller road was quick and the UDM's(upside down margaritas) flowed like the Red Cedar.McOrifice hammering Red Bull to insure good attention span and to fight off grain alcohol,Jamie , Sarah and me attacking Jagermeister and UDM with the force of a runaway dump truck.Soon after arrival at Miller, the lovely Judy showed up.Her face indifferant at the prospect of how drunk we were getting, she held fast as McOrifice attempted to extinguish her fears.With Warpigs blaring in the background, the 2nd bus arrived."Hurry!Hurry!"'McFist slobbercated ( Def. "slobbercated"; to drool in a drunken state whilst speaking).

Quickly we shuffled to the bus, paid and boarded.When we settled in the very rear of the bus, we sang that song again.LOUD.This disturbed the bus driver and he growled at us.The conversation was unrefined and volumnous, of course.Poor Judys eyes looking out the bus window, trying to disassociate with the drunkards.I cant blame her, its not much fun if your not boisterous to.Anywho, we exited the bus and with some confusion on how Michigan fans line up for bathrooms, we voided and entered the lions den.Wow.Big stadium, filled to the roof with Wolverinoes.Tight seating, but not to bad.Cozy.One thing that struck me was the amount of green.We made a good showing in the big house, and Jeni commented that you could really hear us on the telecast.Loud on TV ?I thought.Cool.Very cool. My whole crew did what it does best.We brought the Spartans sitting near to life.We made noise on every down while on defense and really brought our A game.I am very proud of our crew and our team.The battle on the field see-sawed as I had foreseen with Michigan tieing the score approaching half time in less than a min or so.I mean they strolled right down the field and BANG.TD Michigan.The crowd exploded.Time expired, the teams left the field, and we waited.When the second half was underway, you could see the UM D line wearing out, just as I predicted.After a MSU score, the Prophetic and Wise Bishop of Bocce leans over and says,"now we need a turnover!".And almost as if it was on a cue,BANG.Interception.The first play from scrimmage for UM and Threet throws a pick.Underthrown ball it looked like.The game went on and UM crumbled under the weight of MSU's offense.It was amazing.We pranced gavotteing about singing our song and rolling in the Wolverines shame like a dog and a 4 day dead racoon.As we walked to our victory charoits (AATA busses) LOST high fived and revved up EVERY Spartan we saw, until we boarded the bus.Glowing with satisfaction, we were carried off into the night.What a pleasure.What a memory.WHAT A GAME.