Driving in from north of Dayton…
We left at 0700hrs and had no problems on I-70 even though it has a lot of construction going on.
Martinsville was a nightmare.
Pulled in to IU lot #12 at 1100hrs - the 3hr drive took 4hrs
No issues walking in to the stadium.
We were in section 29, handicapped seating for my father in a scooter.
Before the start I got in line to buy waters and food because I knew I wouldn’t want to miss a large part of the game waiting in line once the game started.
In line I talked with a group of recent IU grads and they were extremely nice. Neither they or I was over the top about our teams. Both of us were hopeful but certainly not talking trash.
We bonded on our shared hatred of o$u (I was in my bUCkeye state shirt).
I had numerous IU fans approach me throughout the day asking what the shirt meant.
As we stood in line having a very friendly conversation, a younger male IU student walked through the line, high fived the guys I was talking to, turned to me and said “are you ready to get your azz beat, mf’er?”.
I was caught off guard, and giving him the benefit of the doubt that he was being playfully sarcastic, I said “what” in an incredulous manner.
In a split second he got dead serious, grabbed his crotch and said “eat this big D, azzhole”. I had a moment of “wtf is happening?”, and almost immediately the IU guys I was talking to grabbed him and threw him aside and told him to “get the eff out of here with that and keep moving”.
They looked at me and said “don’t worry we got your back”.
Then they said win or loose after the game I better meet them at some local bar (Royce or something?, I can’t remember) and they were buying.
(I wish I could have joined them, but with my 89 year old father and a 4hr drive home, I knew that wasn’t happening).
At our seats, I made fast friends with the IU people around me. Everyone was having fun and playfully giving and taking razzing.
I did have a drunk 30yr old unshaven shabby looking chubs behind me keep yelling “let’s effing go!” And “eff you UC” the entire first half.
Chubs ended up talking (respectfully) with my father. I guess I have that look of someone who is open to trash-talking or something, cause chubs went back and forth with me (he started it), but was calm and deferential with my father
At the half, and during the 4th quarter, my father wanted to stand in the shade in tunnel from the stands to the concessions. He had a cane, and was shaky due to weak legs. Both times, while I had his arm to support him as he walked to the tunnel, IU fans were immediately there on the other arm offering help.
Funny story, after the game my father tells me that while he was in the tunnel during the 4th quarter he was talking to a guy in UC gear that told him that his son was on the basketball team. Said the guy’s name was Saunders.
So I guess my father was talking with Mike Sauners father.
When UC intercepted to end the game, and it looked like it was run back for a TD, the surge to the exits by the IU fans was nuts!
I ran over to my father in the tunnel because I was worried he would get trampled like a Who concert in Cincinnati!
We took our time getting back to the car, probably 30 minutes after the game was over. Leaving Bloomington wasn’t bad, but Martinsville was a nightmare again. The 3hr drive home took about 3hrs 45 minutes.
All in all it was a great trip. The heat and sun made it tough.
Aside from one idiot, we didn’t have much trouble with IU fans, and I had a blast with numerous friendly IU fans.