Here's another story of where I have traveled far and over many hills and rivers to sporting events.
While enjoying a delicious Mint Julep in the infield of Churchill Downs, I overheard a commotion. I felt nausea growing in the pit of my stomach. "Wooo Hawkeyes! Wooo!" It wasn't "Go Wildcats" or "Go Cardinals" or "Woo go Dunkirk". There were Hawkeyes in my midst. I knew my perfect vacation was over. As turned to my right, there they were decked out in their Wal-Mart quality regalia and chairs. They had followed me over 620 miles to torment me and ruin my vacation.
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Whether I am at the Independence Bowl, UW/WSU Apple Cup in Seattle, on the beaches of Playa Del Carmen or at the Kentucky Derby I will invariably run in to some Hawkeye gomers who can't control their adult-onset seperation anxiety between his Hawks ball cap and nylon pull over.