Lately I have been feeling old for my 25 years of age. I have been thinking of college and how great it would be to go back with the care-free younger students. Just 4 hours at the CU vs CSU football game made me realize that 25 is a pretty good age. Here is what helped me decide that:

1. The kid’s underwear in front of me.
2. The student that took a football pinata, cut it in half, and placed it on his head as a hat.
3. The guy that couldn’t make it 10 feet off the sidewalk to pee. Nope. It was that urgent.
4. The drunk guy that randomly tried to high-five Bob. Bob totally ducked and dodged him.
5. The already drunk guy that was amazed there was a bus with Christmas lights in it, waiting to shuttle students from campus to a local bar. (“Wait…you mean you’ll give me a ride on this bus?! To a bar?! Really?! Are you going to the bar?”)

Aside from the college students there were a few older gems in the crowd. Take Fanny Pack Man with too small jeans, for example.

Or the lady that thought 83 degrees was 38 degrees and wore a long sleeved shirt with a snazzy fleece Buffalo vest.

Can you tell I’m more of a people watcher than a football watcher? Bob and I were rooting for the Colorado University Buffaloes. C’mon… Did you think he’d root for any team that didn’t have a Buffalo as a mascot? And true to Buffalo form, they lost.