Well, we are just where we want to be. We have worked all season to get to this point. Saturday is going to be alot of fun and we hope that you can join us in Whitewater for the event. Moustaches are growing and by now even those, like myself, who cannot grow facial hair are starting to show some sort of “dirt” on our upper lips. I thought I would take some time this week and share a story with you all.
Alot of players, past and present, have their own special stories about the playoffs or road trips in general. Some of them are of their roommate, some of them are about experiences in new parts of the U.S., and some are just plain unmentionable. Lucky enough for Johnnie Nation, my story of the road is mentionable.
This particular event happened in my sophomore year. We were on the road facing Whitworth in Spokane, Washington. The Friday before the game, the team went to the Golden Corral buffet. The food was wonderful and everyone seemed to get their fill. Still as we were eating, Jason Primus and Andrew Salvato started to tell me jokes from the otherside of the table.  During this joke telling session, Primus started to stab Salvato with his fork and make weird sounds while doing it. I was trying to take a drink of water at that time and I started to laugh as I was swallowing. Needless to say, the reaction caused me to gag. The next thing I knew I was trying to hold in vomit. My hand got up to my mouth a little bit late and the projectile spilled out the sides of my hand.  Luckily no one on the left side of me was hit, but the poor soul sitting next to me on my right was trying to eat his mashed potatoes when something fell to his plate. Nick Gunderson immediately dropped his fork in complete disgust. After a few well-deserved punches, I got up and got Gundy some more potatoes. I think the lesson learned here is not to eat at the same table as Primus and Salvato. The next year these same two tried to get me to vomit again, but this time I was prepared and disaster was averted.
We have a tough one coming up on Saturday in Whitewater and hopefully the only projectiles flying there will be of the pigskin variety.  We hope to see you all there and be on the look out for more “Inside the Huddle.”
