When it was announced that my beloved Nittany Lion football team would be playing a home-and-home series with Nebraska, I was excited, to say the least. The Lions were finally going to have their chance for revenge! I never thought that Sept 14, 2002 would come, but it has come and gone and I'm a little disappointed. Not because of the performance of my team because -- they played better than I've seen them play in years -- but because of my specific experiences at the game.

Despite all the pleadings from my various colleagues to not spend the entire day before the game drinking yourself silly, it didn't seem to matter to the majority of the student section. Or at least to the majority of the people sitting around me in section EA. Now I'm not trying to be hypocritical. Even I have been known to pound down a few here or there. When I dragged myself out of bed at noon on Saturday, I was cursing myself for that last game of beer pong I had played the previous night.

As I spent the day tailgating with various friends and their family members, the thought of the upcoming game was almost too much for me to handle. Now when I say tailgating, I am referring to the excessive consumption of wings and hotdogs and the throwing of a football for several hours. I am not referring to the excessive consumption of beer and the throwing of a ping-pong ball into a keg cup.

My first experience of the day with a drunken fan came before I even entered the stadium: a guy with P-S-U scrawled across his chest began hitting on my friend's mother. I guess the sight of a full set of teeth on a grown woman is new to a man from a West Virginia satellite campus. While the guy was obnoxiously drunk, I do give him credit for breaking up a fight with his incessant screaming of "Who are we?"

As I proceeded toward the stadium, I laughed at all the drunken revelry I saw as I passed through the parking lots that surround Beaver Stadium. My favorite Nebraska bashing line came on my way to the stadium -- "Nebraska, where the N stands for knowledge!"

I knew that many of these people would not even make it into the stadium. Well, I hoped that many of these people would not make it into the stadium.

Due to an extreme lack of balance even when I'm sober, I tend to have difficulty keeping myself on the narrow metal benches that support all of our feet on Saturday afternoons. The 6-5, 247-pound (I know this because he told me) drunk guy standing in front of me would begin to wobble (much like a weeble), but unlike a weeble, would fall over directly into me, sending me flying as well.

This scene of events went on for 60 minutes. Did I mention that he "accidentally" gave one of his friends a bloody nose?

At first there were five people sitting in their respective seats in front of me. As the game progressed, they got onto their cell phones and began calling everyone they knew in the stadium. I'm not sure how they were able to get a signal in a metal pit filled with 110,753 people, because I was unable to. And all I wanted to do was call my Dad and scream to him about how great the game was.

By the end of the game, I would estimate there were about 20 people squeezed onto those five seats.

Moving on to the people sitting behind me -- I've never seen such frat party behavior outside of a frat. Small public displays of affection don't bother me, but when hands proceed to wander to various parts of the body, that's when they need to get a room.

I know the game was exciting and you wanted to celebrate, but I found ways of celebrating without pouncing on the nearest guy. Three days later, I still don't have my voice back.

So my question for all the drunk people at the game is, were you all so convinced that the Lions were going to lose that you had to drink beforehand so the loss wouldn't seem so bad?

I knew that the Lions were going to win and my plan was to go out after the game and celebrate. And even if they had lost, there's always drowning your sorrows, not that I condone that.

You all seem to be happy with our top party school ranking, but is it really necessary to transfer that over to a football game?

You ruined the experience, for many people, of one of the best football games played at Beaver Stadium in a long time.

Oh, and to the guy in front of me using the railing separating section EA from SE as a support to hold himself up: telling someone that her commentary on the game is almost as good as John Madden's is not a compliment.