Day 7, Part II: CU-FSU

Sooo...Rob and I met at a Colorado football game. We both hold degrees from the University of Colorado. When we heard that there was a Colorado football game at 8 p.m. Saturday night, we jumped at the opportunity to go and mostly to bring Mason to his first football game at our Alma Mater.

Thanks to Mom's old boss in the Sports Information Department, we had two tickets, two press passes and an evening of fun.

Grammy, Papa, and Uncle Clint (and his Ash-House-Buddies) all also made the trek up to Boulder for the game and some pregame festivities. Mason got to take part in his first tailgate with Uncle Clint and Co. He ate some pretzels. He played some football. He got a little coaching from Clint, who had him running lines on the nearby field before we left.

Mason got settled in well before kickoff and took in the scene.

Then he waited for Ralphie's Run.


We had a great time. Mace lasted until the end of the third quarter, with a slight interruption just before half. Mommy took him up to the fieldhouse to get away from the crowds and noise for a bit, but he grabbed my hand and led me back. "I want fuuuball," he says. I guess he has it in his genes! He got a second wind dancing to the marching band's music during halftime and watching Ralphie's second run. I think he liked that even better than the first one.

A random aside (speaking of genes): Deb, a Colorado State grad (though not a rabid fan like her girlfriend) bought Mason a stuffed buffalo as a gift for being in her wedding. He carried it around with him all day after the wedding. He was playing with it in his high chair as the photographer caught him in action. He kept throwing it down on the floor and Tim, the photog, says to him: "The way you're treating that, I'd think you're a Huskers' fan." Mason looked back and him, and exclaimed in no uncertain terms: "NOOOOOOOO!"

What can I say. That's our boy!