You Rah Rah

I think the only place worst than Michigan to live for a Wisconsin fan is Iowa! I hate Iowa fans. Just in case that wasn't clear...I seriously, really, to the very core of my being, hate Iowa fans. Some of them are my friends, but there is one day a year I even hate them. Today is the day...Wisconsin, thank God, beat Iowa. Iowa is intolerable enough if they lose, God forbid they win, they make you want to vomit, and I think a few times tonight, I did in fact throw up a little in my mouth.

So let's run through the roll call of Iowa fans at Pepper's tonight...

There was the bleach blond who was flirting with her granddad so he would buy her drinks. I think the old guy was clueless that she was dumping his ass the moment the game was over.

Then there was her two highly obnoxious Iowa friend fans who while they were in the bathroom at the same time as me were discussing who was dating who and one of them actually said "it doesn't matter, I don't date white guys anymore." Her parents must be so proud. Frankly, I don't think a single one of the blonds here mentioned actually went to Iowa, they looked like UNI students.

There was a table of guys, several quite cute, about my age that actually looked like they might have attending Iowa at some point in their lives and although they were cheering loud they at least waited until appropriate times unlike the aforementioned blonds who were just obnoxious.

There was another set of blondes that I met on my second trip to the bathroom...they were highly intelligent creatures that intersperse "like, umm" at least three times into every sentence. True scholars!

Then there was the recently began dating couple next to me and my Iowa fan friend and her (hang on to your dinner) Ohio State boyfriend. The dating couple were also obnoxious Iowa fans but again I believe they were actually UNI students. They were young and hadn't been dating long...and the reason I know this is they weren't comfortable with each other yet....they had the getting to know each other vibe... little touches here and there, but not too much, but much flirting.

Lastly, next to me were the old guys...the kinda creepy...don't make eye contact type of guys. Who gave me dirty looks when I didn't cheer with all the obnoxious ones.

I kept my cheering to a quiet yes, or get 'em, or go go go...I tried not to be loud, frankly I wasn't sure I wouldn't get hit if I did get loud. And I was the ONLY Wisconsin in the room. Its not that I haven't had my obnoxious fan moments...but a friend cured me of that a long time ago...in a pretty hurtful way, but it was effective none the less and I, to this day, remember never wanting to feel that way again.