SVSU came out on top with the win. Lark and Hogue had huge games running the ball. Together they almost eclipsed 200 yards. The defense was dominant the whole entire game.
24-7
Cardinals WIN!
The booth was chaotic and packed. Television people from CBS were running around left and right. I even got to talk to a producer from CBS and asked him how he was doing and he said, "Just two more hours, man. Two hours."
When it came to the halftime show, that was even more chaotic. The guy at the station ran the wrong feature. So he played an old feature and then the one that was supposed to be played. Needless to say, my segment got pushed to the first time-out of the second half.
Andrew was on the phone with my mom and girlfriend to keep them up to date with everything and he kept me up to date on the Tigers. I love them all and appreciate them for their support.
I had to rush through the updates and kind of felt bad about it afterwards.
CBS also interviewed Coach Collins and stole my thunder. They said that I couldn't interview Collins, because they were. Contrary to what Craig Ferguson says, apparently CBS does NOT care.
J.J. apologized and I told him it wasn't his fault.
It was a pretty damn good broadcast overall between J.J. and Dave. They did a really great job calling the game and the people who made it out to the cold and damp game were loud and rocking.
But because of the beauty of sports, all of that didn't matter in the grand scheme of things though.
Apparently last night was Joe's first ever college football game. Andrew said he saw him during warm-ups and it looked like he was going to play.
And he did.
He had one pass thrown to him and he did not come down with it. He took a hell of a hit and he got right back up.
They pronounced his name wrong and I opened the door from the announcing room and yelled into the press box, "That's not how you pronounce his name, man!" They just stared at me in silence. To break the tension I just then said, "Well, alright. Good talk. Carry on."
During the last minute or so of the game, Wayne State's quarterback kept on throwing to the tight end. Every time he got tackled, I saw the number 8.. and I knew Joe's number was 84. And every time the number 85 came up from the hit. This led me to yell, "Oh, come on! Throw it to Biernat!" Which led J.J. and Dave to turn around and confusingly look at me.
After the game as Andrew and I were driving back, I noticed a lady that appeared to look like Mrs. Biernat. So I jumped out of the car (while it was still moving) so I could give her a giant hug. Then as I approached, I saw Joe standing with her.
I called an audible and hugged and congratulated Joe then went to hug Babs. I swear, her hugs are just heaven.
She is an amazing, amazing woman.
Soon after that, his girlfriend Steph came over and so did Mr. Biernat. We all talked for a good twenty minutes about the game and just caught up. Mrs. Biernat tried sneaking money into my pocket, I noticed and just snuck it back into hers.
Those twenty minutes made the cold, the rain, the wind and the chaos and the CBS malarkey well worth it.
Joe was down about the game, but I told him, "You have to start somewhere, man."
And trust me, he is going places.
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