As with any Iowa football game, especially the first of the season, an old school team shotgun was in hand................
Here are some of the guys before they were honored on the field at pre-game.
A typical aftermath of an Iowa Tailgate. This random culdasac Brian and I walked off of Melrose Ave was a complete disaster. Hurricane Katrina could not replicate this. A true testimate to the typical Iowa street after a Football Game. Go Hawks.
Here is a picture of me, after only lasting 1 quarter of the football game in the blazing stands. We fried up there like shishcobobs. Brian decided it would be a good idea to park on Woodside Drive where my old apartment used to be because its kinda close to the stadium. However, we did not make it in time for the 3 mile train to block our path to our car. So here is me sitting my prego ass on some sharp stones until the train passed. However, the train did not pass, but came to a complete stop blocking all exits. After waiting about 5 minutes for it to go again Brian and I got fed up and climbed over the top of one of the train cars to escape the waiting, the heat, and frustration. Yes I climbed over a train being 8 months pregnant. Awesome.