In the immortal words of Bevis from Bevis and Butthead – “Oh my liver!”

I am back home for the long weekend in Indianapolis.  It was the annual pilgrimage to the Big 10 basketball tournament.  There were three of us on the drive down, but we were five strong on the ground. The weekend started well enough (as it always does), when made good time, got in to town a hour before MSU’s game with Minnesota, found a place and got seats right along the bar before the game began.  But then…it was all down hill (as it usually is).

The rest of Friday night saw us hitting six bars and almost getting into a fight with a female body builder from Wisconsin about how much Bo Ryan sucks (that was my bad).  There was no bacon consumed that day, but at least seven White Castle cheeseburgers…

So Saturday started out where Friday left off, and that was with White Castle (I’ll leave that to your imagination).  UGH!  I wimped out at breakfast too when I ordered the granola yogurt parfait…no meat at all…yogurt…so already, the day felt off.  I finally did man up and I got my bacon from a BLT at our third bar of the day (after the Spartans lost, we call that a typical Saturday at the tournament).  What made the sandwich even better…the Jameson 18 Year whiskey.  I love me some Jameson and this was like nectar from the gods, over ice.  This and a BLT…HEAVEN!!!  But I do also believe this was the beginning of the end…

The Saturday tally for yours truly was only 5 bars…for it was at the 5th…the little bar back at our hotel…was when I decided I had to go upstairs for a bit.  I have no idea what I said or why I had to go up to our room, but I never left as I laid down and didn’t get out of bed until almost 12 hours later. Seriously, one of the weakest moves by me EVER!  I blame the yogurt…I started the day soft.  I should know that to start a marathon day, you need a marathon breakfast!

It was a slow Sunday morning, but I made up for the weak breakfast the day before with a “Tremendous Twelve” breakfast (minus the eggs) at Perkins on the way home.

So now I sit at my computer, stinking up the basement, eyes drooping and stomach doing flips…but the Spartans, amid the weekend loss, still got their #2 seed and will be in the Midwest bracket which shapes up well for us to make it to Detroit for the Final Four.  I got to see my friends, made a few new ones, drank some fantastic whiskey and bad rum, watched us win and suffered through the loss AND had one hell of a time doing it (as usual).  Good weekend!

Up next…Detroit Tiger’s Opening Day (which is on a FRIDAY – HOLLA’)