This past Saturday, I watched my Hokies for what would seem like eternity. It was supposed to be a nice autumn Saturday. Enjoy some Pumpkin Spice cold brew, have some fall themed Busch light’s and watch VT face off at 3:30 against UNC. Nothing beats a nice 3:30 Saturday game. 12 is far too early and 7:30 gears you up for a long night if you’re boozing. 3:30 is perfection. This is what I envisioned for my nice post collegiate Saturday. This is not what I got. What did I get? An anxiety ridden hell for 4 hours! This was literally the game that would not end. No amount of beers and shitty nachos could overcome the substantial amount of anxiety that riddled my body Saturday afternoon/evening. The game kicked off at 3:30 and concluded at 7:46 p.m with an ACC record breaking duration. In the end, I had 9 panic attacks but they were all worth risking my health as my Hokies triumphed 45-43. I won’t get into all the missed field goals or that the Hokies used 3 quarterbacks by the games end, you can check out the highlights here.
After the game and realized I just lost 4 hours and 18 minutes of my life… I began to ponder, what could I have accomplished in this time?
- Jogged a half marathon (13.2 miles) with a 18:18 minute pace.
- Watched The Fellowship of the Ring and half of The Two Towers.
- Watch John Wick 1 and 2. This actually happened as it was on the other TV
- Completed the SAT
- Played 18 holes of golf
- complete season 5 of Peaky Blinders
- Drove through the state of Rhode Island 5.7 times.
- Watched “Everybody” Music video by the backstreet boys 43 times.
You get the point, this game was as long as the cretaceous period. Are my Hokies back? You’re freaking A right they are. You’re next Notre Dame.