The neverending week

At this point, I'm pretty much convinced that Saturday will never, ever get here.

This has easily been the longest week I can remember since the leadup to the 2003 Fiesta Bowl. I lost all ability to focus on non-football stuff around Monday afternoon, and have spent easily six hours since then searching the internet for a ticket.

At this point, it looks like I'll be going down there without oneI just bought a crappy seat, but it's inside the stadium. I'm hoping to trade up once I get there.

It also occurred to me that you could easily go to the Michigan-Notre Dame game, leave after three quarters or so, and make it to Columbus in time for the kickoff. That would be one hell of a day (provided, of course, that you had $500 to shell out for something like that and were okay didn't have a problem with leaving a game that early). I don't. And I do.

Only 53 hours and 32 minutes to go...