Bowl bound?
Gary and I were excited when the bowl bids were announced a few weeks ago because Shreveport is only 3 1/2 hours from us. We bought tickets for all three of us and started planning the trip. We decided to leave at 8:00 on Friday, the morning of the game, and just come back that night after the game rather than stay in Shreveport. Our friend Mike came out on Thursday to go with us. That night we went to dinner, and as we were standing outside the restaurant, Luke threw-up. At that point I figured that he and I wouldn't go to the game, but he never threw-up again, and after eating some toast the next morning, he was acting fine and we decided to go ahead and go.
Even though he had been sick the night before, Luke did really well. He fell asleep for a while on the way there and then watched movies. He enjoyed tailgating and walking around before the game. We got to see the Budweiser Clydesdales, and he thought the dog that rode on top was quite funny.
For those of you who watched the game, you know that our good day ended some time after the second quarter. Until that point, we were having a good time - we saw Cocky, had some snacks (funnel cakes . . . yummy!), and we were winning! The day just went downhill from there. Luke was very restless by the end of the game, and, of course, we lost. We left Shreveport about 6:30 and stopped to eat dinner about 7:15. After eating only a few bites of dinner, Luke threw-up again on the way home (that was NOT fun to clean up.) He finally passed out in the car about 9:00 and slept till we got home at 10:00 but was terrible cranky when he woke up. We survived, and I'm glad we went because Luke loves the "Gamecocks football players" as he says it, but it was a LONG day!
Gary and I were excited when the bowl bids were announced a few weeks ago because Shreveport is only 3 1/2 hours from us. We bought tickets for all three of us and started planning the trip. We decided to leave at 8:00 on Friday, the morning of the game, and just come back that night after the game rather than stay in Shreveport. Our friend Mike came out on Thursday to go with us. That night we went to dinner, and as we were standing outside the restaurant, Luke threw-up. At that point I figured that he and I wouldn't go to the game, but he never threw-up again, and after eating some toast the next morning, he was acting fine and we decided to go ahead and go.
Even though he had been sick the night before, Luke did really well. He fell asleep for a while on the way there and then watched movies. He enjoyed tailgating and walking around before the game. We got to see the Budweiser Clydesdales, and he thought the dog that rode on top was quite funny.
For those of you who watched the game, you know that our good day ended some time after the second quarter. Until that point, we were having a good time - we saw Cocky, had some snacks (funnel cakes . . . yummy!), and we were winning! The day just went downhill from there. Luke was very restless by the end of the game, and, of course, we lost. We left Shreveport about 6:30 and stopped to eat dinner about 7:15. After eating only a few bites of dinner, Luke threw-up again on the way home (that was NOT fun to clean up.) He finally passed out in the car about 9:00 and slept till we got home at 10:00 but was terrible cranky when he woke up. We survived, and I'm glad we went because Luke loves the "Gamecocks football players" as he says it, but it was a LONG day!
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