JMU 23, Hofstra 20
I dragged Amanda to the football game tonight (the only time this year, I promised) not so much for the game, but because I really wanted to see the Marching Royal Dukes from The Other Side. Turned out, as sloppy as the game was, I enjoyed it about as much as I did the marching band.
30 penalties in a game is just too much, but the last-second heroics of a visibly maturing Matt LeZotte made it worthwhile. The marching band was, as always (so I'm told), loud, but I could have done without a mostly-70s-music program.
Now it seems that the football players that live next door to us are celebrating in style; I've never parked as far away from my door as I had to just now. I can't bring myself to care all that much; they deserve it.
