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The Who at Madison Square Garden.

The Who at Madison Square Garden.The Who at Madison Square Garden.

Last night Julie and I sat behind Richard Gere and his family at The Who concert. He’s really not too much to write home about as you will see in the photos below he’s really started to Rock the Mullet. In addition to sitting behind the Gere’s we also sat behind three middle aged men who were passing a blunt the entire night. It took us a while to figure out where the smoke was coming from since we were pretty much sorrounded by people over the age of 50.

Richarg Gere at The Who concert.Richarg Gere at The Who concert.Richarg Gere at The Who concert.

The concret was pretty good, there were some sound issues with Roger Daltrey’s vocals but everything else sounded really good. Bascially we got to see The Who play Baba O’Reilly live and it doesn’t get much better than that. Oh, and Pete Townsend is a Jukebox Hero.

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2006 Game #2: Cincinatti Vs. Ohio State

Cincinatti Vs. Ohio State

Yesterday after numerous travel challenges I made it to my first Ohio State game of the year just before the half time. #1 Ohio State managed to cover the spread beating Cincinnati 37-7. Nick and I sat in B deck (which I’ve only done on a couple locations) and had some pillars cover all play between the 30 to 50 yard line on the North side of the stadium.


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Since I missed the tailgate Nick and I proceeded on foot to King Avenue 5 to watch the rest of the afternoon games. As you can see by whatever shot these men are drinking, I needed to find my own ride home.

Nick Barbone and Friends (ie the begining of the end).

This afternoon began harmless enough… how it ended I don’t know.

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Like I said before I’m not sure what they drank but I got Kyle to drive me to my car so I could meet back up with these guys. It didn’t happen. I’m not sure how they finished the night but I can only imagine it got ugly considered these photos were take around dinner time.

I ended up meeting Sal at WOSU, heading to Char Bar and then grabing some pizza at my place. The long Island iced tea at Char Bar was enough for me to call it a night and head home. The grabbing a slice of pizza lead to a shot at Mama’s in the alley off High Street. I’ve never been there before so it was worth the stop. Of course the bartender was from Steubenville (ie she’s legit).

Side Note:
So on my flight home today I sat next to John Kasich, FOXNEWS commentator and former Ohio Congressman. In addition to this I witness this scene at the baggage claim:

As I’m waiting for all the luggage from my flight 2 bags and a wrapped up box hits the luggage belt and nothing else. The box looks like a bomb as it goes around the carresel several times. In the mean time a car service driver holding a sign that reads ‘Mr. Bombay’ keeps checking everyone out waiting for luggage. Next thing I know a Stephen Baldwin, wearing neon pink and green shows, comes up to the baggage claim grabs the bomb and two bags and then heads over to the driver.

Turns out Stephen Baldwin is now Mr. Bombay.

The Sequel: Worst Airline(s) Ever.

Columbus, Ohio.

So when I finished the last post at around 6am before boarding my flight I never imagined the saga had just begun.  My flight to Columbus (via Washington) was on time and everything was going fine until we got directly above Columbus.  Our captain got on the intercom and notified us that we would be redirected to Indianapolis.  This is about the time I said ‘What the Fuck’ as loud as anyone has on an airplane in a long time.  Granted I had headphones on so who knows how really loud my cry for help was.

The rationale given for our detour was really amazing.  The visibilty over Columbus was not suitable for our landing and our fuel level was too low to go into a holding pattern.  Now I’m not really sure how long we would have held in the pattern but I’m willing to bet it was less time than it took to fly to Indianapolis.  So we land in Indianapolis, fuel up, dump the shitter and sit and wait for another 45 minutes.  Let less we forget I had football tickets, probably the only OSU game I’m going to see all year and I didn’t land in Columbus until after kickoff.  Needless to say I despise Air Travel.