So last week, I returned to prime half-Pulitzer, half-Comedy Central El Pollo form. In response, the football gods rewarded me with an overtime victory for the UMass Minutemen. It’s admittedly my first win in a while, so it felt good to get back on the proverbial horse. Also, it gave me another dissent pick win against Cody on The Campus Cover, bringing real football guy PJ to 5-0 in such matchups. That is dominance on a level that needs to start to be acknowledged. Tune in to The Campus Cover for the week 10 episode to hear PJ have a really fucking ginormous head about five meaningless victories. It’s the little things in life, man.
Halloween is electric
In college, there are two holidays that truly matter. Conveniently, they are positioned so they give students a mid-semester break. For the fall semester, Halloween is the electric factory. For the spring, St. Patrick’s day takes that title. I will say this: before college, I didn’t really care that much about either of these holidays. The day after Halloween is nice for free candy and St. Patty’s is nice because my mom would make corned beef. But, other than that I could take them or leave them.
Then, college happened. And much like every freshman at a college Halloween party, some magic happens. Pants are optional, being hammered is required, and having sex with someone dressed as an animal doesn’t make you a furry. This year, a video of a young man realizing the wonders of college Halloween at my very own Temple University went viral thanks to Barstool.
https://twitter.com/BarstoolTU/status/925185419825774592
Admittedly, I would probably be saying this no matter what school I went to, even if they were an FCS team playing Alabama. But, Halloween is just an electric time and an electric week. With the day falling on a Tuesday this year, it makes the entire week give excuses for wearing assless chaps in sub-50 degree weather. So with Temple playing on a Thursday, it still falls firmly in that time. Additionally, they are playing Navy, which I imagine is one of the few schools in the country where Halloween is not that fun.
I know Temple sucks, but let me have my moment.
Now, I make it up to servicemen and women
I made an assumption saying Navy does not have fun on Halloween. It is a fairly well-based assumption, but still, I do not know for sure. For that, I apologize. I’m sure it’s possible to have fun without alcohol on Halloween when you are waking up at the crack of dawn the next morning.
But to make up for that minor shade against members of our nation’s military, I want to acknowledge something awesome they do. They are a huge part of Texas A&M’s 12th man, which is an electric factory similar to Halloween or St. Patty’s. They blow up every single home game in their uniforms and it is really fantastic to watch. They will be in full-form this weekend.
What does Auburn have? A tradition where they TP a really nice oak tree like a bunch of assholes. Or Bruce Pearl, who is also an asshole.
Cajun Seasoning is all I have right now
Yesterday, I mentioned as a complete aside that I had two potatoes for dinner last night. If you were reading lightly, you might not have even noticed. I wish with everything I am that I was joking. I wish when I said potatoes, I really meant pulled pork and mac & cheese. But I don’t. I mean two undersized potatoes. Truth is, all I have for dinner for the next week is one package of ramen, about two pounds of rice and a dozen potatoes.
The one thing that makes all of this better is Louisiana Cajun Seasoning. Cajun seasoning can literally go on anything, but it makes potatoes taste like Mardi Gras and I get to pretend, even if it’s just for a second, that I have a full meal in front of me and I didn’t just microwave the potatoes for six minutes. For all intents and purposes, Louisiana Cajun Seasoning is one of the only things keeping me from jumping off the Ben Franklin Bridge.
While scrolling the slate of games this week, I noticed the Louisiana-Lafayette Ragin’ Cajuns fall under the criteria for El Pollo’s picks. Also, it reminded me of the joy that I have been encountering simply because of a mix of various Cajun seasonings that make my potato better than your average undersized potato. So thanks ULL for reminding me that joy does exist in this world. Go Cajuns.
