Anybody presently or formerly associated on the University of Illinois ought to hold some object of Fighting Illini wear. At least a coffee mug. A Fighting Illini jacket preferably. Many definitely do have closets filled with orange and blue. I could say, doubtlessly, my wardrobe is and I keep this gear cleanest at all times.
Indeed, more clothes will arrive into your life, but it’s not at all identical to those college colours. Why, sometimes it’s worth calling up those long standing goofy friends from back in the day and inviting them o’er to hurl the football about in a yard that has more than adequate soil and not virtually nuff pasture. Another thing I gotta get done, although you acknowledge the University of Illinois alumni yet cling together over all the years.
Many of us who stayed nearby, hoodiess are a habitual Saturday uniform in the fall. My second biggest buddy wears these sweatpants (with “Illinois” down the side) that have endured many severe winters and much ill-treatment on older couches whilst we’d catch a game on tv. My biggest buddy married a really sweet gal from school and there’s a lesson for all of us — how to constitute the transfer from the most recent days of old into the summer days of adulthood. And notwithstanding be as cheery as then.
That comes with risks though. The same as being one of those couples that wears co-ordinated baseball caps. He wears a blue cap on orange bill; she wears the orange cap with blue bill. It’s something you become used to. Geekiness is sometimes the cost of contentment.
But by running around town everyone starts to blur anyways. The logo gets a bit haggard out, but the past privileged tales are as comical as the day they happened. Either way, I enjoy if we win, and if I’m performing I universally end up humiliated by my biggest comrade who gets a kick out of stretching my fave t-shirt.
Generally that’s how it goes, ending up in the pasture with my muddy Fighting Illini activewear, remembering the days back when. Of course my gear gets beaten up while it unremittingly seems to get cleaned up better then the rest of my habiliment. At least for a while till we do it again.
Indeed, more clothes will arrive into your life, but it’s not at all identical to those college colours. Why, sometimes it’s worth calling up those long standing goofy friends from back in the day and inviting them o’er to hurl the football about in a yard that has more than adequate soil and not virtually nuff pasture. Another thing I gotta get done, although you acknowledge the University of Illinois alumni yet cling together over all the years.
Many of us who stayed nearby, hoodiess are a habitual Saturday uniform in the fall. My second biggest buddy wears these sweatpants (with “Illinois” down the side) that have endured many severe winters and much ill-treatment on older couches whilst we’d catch a game on tv. My biggest buddy married a really sweet gal from school and there’s a lesson for all of us — how to constitute the transfer from the most recent days of old into the summer days of adulthood. And notwithstanding be as cheery as then.
That comes with risks though. The same as being one of those couples that wears co-ordinated baseball caps. He wears a blue cap on orange bill; she wears the orange cap with blue bill. It’s something you become used to. Geekiness is sometimes the cost of contentment.
But by running around town everyone starts to blur anyways. The logo gets a bit haggard out, but the past privileged tales are as comical as the day they happened. Either way, I enjoy if we win, and if I’m performing I universally end up humiliated by my biggest comrade who gets a kick out of stretching my fave t-shirt.
Generally that’s how it goes, ending up in the pasture with my muddy Fighting Illini activewear, remembering the days back when. Of course my gear gets beaten up while it unremittingly seems to get cleaned up better then the rest of my habiliment. At least for a while till we do it again.
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