Overall, I had a fantastic time. The students could stand to grow up a bit, maybe get a little more original, but that's college kids for ya. I still never understood the appeal of leaning in at someone, yelling "YOUR SCHOOL U. SUCKS!!!" and why that deserves a round of high fives.
Friday night was actually a very good night. I know I met kdog and his dad, and have no doubt I met a few others of ya around the various bars (we hit no fewer than 7 that night), and even got a random phone call looking for the "BG party". Apparently the party was alot more mobile than we figured. And whoever invented the macaroni and cheese pizza at Ian's needs to be put in a hall of fame somewhere.
Saturday morning was great, though we ended up taking the LONG way from the hotel to the tailgate, but they really do have a beautiful campus up there. (Bascom Hill is a bitch to climb hungover, though!) For those Falcon fans in the lot by the parking garage at Regent and Park, I was with the group that had the entertainment center set up and the ornery satellite dish to go with it. I've been promised that we'll see that again, and hopefully in a little better working order! The walk to the game was good, the older fans were tremendous all weekend, with very few exceptions, offering beers, brats and tips for avoiding the cops who wanted beers dumped out on the walk to the stadium.
Camp Randall itself was horribly confusing to a newcomer, we waited in line underneath section AA for 10+ minutes (including making my Wisconsin TV debut, apparently) before asking if we were even where we needed to be. We weren't. And it wasn't until we were IN the stadium that we saw any signs for section entrances, and didn't see a gate number on the tickets. We were in the tunnel for the first score, unfortunately, but got a good chorus of AZZ out while we were waiting to walk up. (To the chick behind me: No, we weren't intimidated because of all the red and white in the seats. Why should we be?) We were in the last row of BG fans in section X, right in front of the people who started the whole "they need to sit down fiasco". I have a feeling Wisky will solve this problem by putting ALL visiting seats in the back rows. That or just find more cops that like to blow whistles to deal with it.
The actions of the game speak for themselves, both good and bad, but we had more friendly conversation and invites to parties from older alums on the walk back to the car. (Later, a well-lubricated "fan" made sure we knew that "BG got their asses kicked", and one of the older fans asked us snidely "what's that QB's name again?". I wanted to buy them each a clue, but I needed to save my money for more beer and mac-n-cheese pizza!)
Got to take in a bit more of Madison Saturday night and then most of today, walking around the Taste of Madison festival, I could have eaten there all day and been happy with the heart attack at the end. There were some amazing smells coming out of Capitol Square!
Final score aside, it was a great weekend, although about 45 minutes outside of town, I realized I left my pillow in the hotel room. Dammit! For a $7 Target special, that was a damn fine pillow!