And just like that the big day was upon us! Today would be the day that our beloved Hokies would face the Stanford Cardinal in the 2011 Discover Orange Bowl. Coming into the game the Hokies were slight underdogs according to the line in Vegas. Not a surprise though given our terrible record previously against teams ranked in the AP Top 5. Regardless one thing would be true for sure: the Hokie Nation would arrive in full force, beer, bourbon, and burgers in hand ready to cheer their team onto victory!
Mr. Swoosh and I started the morning with more errand running while the girls went to lay on the beach one last time. First on our itinerary was Michael’s to pick up poster supplies and window paint to ensure there was no confusion where we were going while driving to the stadium and/or who we were cheering for in the game! Not to mention we had been brainstorming poster ideas all night and morning to ensure we would find ourselves making cameo appearances on the loverly ESPN. Next up: Publix (for free, sassy entertainment pronounce pube•licks). Publix is the FLA equivalent of Kroger in Blacksburg. Not that I had much experience, but I heard it (along with the Alcoholic Beverage Control store) was a necessary trip to make prior to all home (and road) games to acquire essential tailgating supplies.
By the time we got back the girls were surprisingly ready to leave for the game at
Pro Player, Dolphin, Landshark , oh yeah, Sun Life Stadium. We packed up the coolers, loaded up the car, and made sure that Miss Maggie the Murano had her best coat of war paint on to ensure everyone would know where we were going and for whom we were cheering- GO HOKIES! Mr. Swoosh helped navigate us right where we needed to be to ensure maximum tailgating fun. It was clear as we arrived that the Hokie Nation was out in full force, although I feel that would have been evident regardless of where we parked. I think there was only one visible Stanford tailgate from our spot in the lot. We unpacked and Mr. Swoosh started bartending while I set out the spread. After a few pictures, the girls went in search of the portajohns and ticket buyers, because let’s be honest girls always need a bathroom break and we were generously given two extra tickets to sell. Returning successful, and seriously did you really doubt those girls ability to sell, the ladies also picked up some friends who joined our tailgating fun. Of course they did all this in between harassing the occasional Stanford fan wearing the most obnoxious “Fear the Tree” tee. Miss Sharktank got to work on our posters that read “Time to Take Down the Tree” and “Sorry About Your Luck” both of which would prove famous later in the night. Mr. Swoosh and I worked to get our grill ready (tailgating note: propane is superior to charcoal) for our burgers and dogs. A yummy dinner and some final whistle wetters later and we were heading into the stadium. I had prepared myself for the worst, seeing as the last time I saw a game at this stadium our seats were in the 400 section, where epistaxis is imminent upon arrival. I recall walking up what seemed like an endless spiral of concrete ramps. This time however, we had secured seats a mere 18 rows from the VT sideline/endzone corner, which meant just a quick jaunt down a ramp to the left after walking in to the stadium.
After a few pictures and quick trip to the concession stand we were in our seats and awaiting the entrance of our boys. And then it happened… Enter Sandman started blasting throughout the stadium and the Hokie Nation, like the good Pavlovian fans that we are, started instantly jumping up and down, screaming their hearts out. And I have no further comment on the game… other than our b-e-a-utiful Beamer girls made the jumbotron with their posters! Mr. Swoosh and I had inspired a poster using the ESPN/SportsCenter is next theme, but felt it inappropriate to use. It read, “SPORTSCENTER, HOKIES, ON TOP PLAYS, NEXT” Turns out we could have held the sign up proudly since our boy Tyrod stole the show in the Top 10 Plays recording numbers 1 and 4 on the night.
We packed up and headed back to Pompano Beach, heavy hearts and all. Once again we were disappointed after a national spotlight game.
Until next time, Cheers!