And then one morning we blew into Boise. Our motel was a short charter-bus-ride away from the stadium. We bought t-shirts, left the Liar to make friends in the student center, and headed for the Smurf Turf.
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The famous Smurf Turf |
The Boise Broncos were ranked #3 in the country at the time (#4 at time of writing) so we were expecting them to put on a show. We were not disappointed. They demolished Louisiana Tech, 49-20, and put on an impressive display of lateral passing.
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The local cadets fire a cannon for every Broncos touchdown. |
As in Boulder, there were animals used in the course of the game. While nothing can compare to Ralphie the Bison lapping the field, Boise do have their own blue-eyed bronco, and a dog which collects the Boise kicker's tee.
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A dog playing fetch. |
Once the game finished we found that the Liar had indeed made friends, and they had taken him to a nearby bar. We met him there and walked up Broadway, where still-partying Boise fans invited us to join them for a hamburger.
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Yet another fanbulance. |
They pointed us up the road towards the
Ram brewery.
I started reading this blog and thought you were writing Boise as Noir, but it didn't continue. Are there any Noir bloggers out there?
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