College Football


Drake and I had never been to a college football game so we were more than excited when Phyl and Gary asked us if we would like to tag along for the day!

Here are some photos I took in no certain order because Blogger doesn't load them the way I put them in.. don't ask I don't know the answer as to why!!!









Yes I can find tombstones even at a college football game.







See that leg on 55 there? It broke.



I think FSU won because there was a whole lotta butt kissing going on.










I want this guys job.. how fun.



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Daryl said…
Lots of fun ... you know you can re-order the photos .. just (on your Mac) cut and then paste it where you want it ..
October 18, 2011 at 9:40 AM
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