Post-Game Report: The Wish List

Let's see how we did. Bold means accomplished. More recap to come soon.

1. Honor the Entry
2. Get Basils no earlier than 1:30am
3. Somehow break into west
4. Tag Stadium 110 somewhere on campus
5. duct tape someone who hasn't graduated (from Carleton) yet.
6. Get Mark riled up about something that no one really cares about
7. Dance to Yadda Yadda Yadda
8. Consume more than one bottle of the cobra.
9. Play stadium 110 or chandeliers
10. drunk dial toto
11. drunk skype Alfredo
12. Cheers the Mark Olson Way
13) Raveball
14) Duct tape Nonberg
15) Let the good times roll
16) Buy a keg
17) Drink beer from the keg
18) Have a keg toss
20) Go through the Gauntlet
21) Play YES! by LMFAO
22) Have a damn good time
23) And duct tape Nonberg
24) Shotgun in Stadium
25) Make a freshman do a keg stand
26) Make a freshman drink the cobra
28) Eat tavern breakfast
29) Drink in the afternoon
30) Present a Powerpoint
31a) Get accosted by security because they think we're students
31b) Explain to security that we're alumni
32) Play Beirut / Flip Cup
33) Get Basil's before 1:30 AM
34) Make plans with drunk Craig
35) Evade Security
36) Talk about how great Stadium 110 was, and how other people "don't even know"
37) Oh yeah, swim to victory


21 out of 37 = 56%.
BUT we are grading on a curve.
So I'd say we did quite well.

Stadium 110/The Ocho: A Mistake? A Loveable Bastard Child?

I spent my evening yesterday enjoying homemade pizza, good conversation, and a game of Mad Gabs (!) with a few other Carls in St. Paul. It was an enjoyable evening and I left feeling full and content. One of the most notable occurrences of the evening was when one person commented that all of the "Stadium 110 Boys" love each other so much. That being the case, I did not deny it. However, since I am funemployed and have plenty of time to think, I thought about said assertion for a quite a while. What I will now speak of is what I concluded:

The Ocho was a Loveable Bastard Child, a Cherished Mistake, a serendipitous rooming situation, a fortuitous outcome from a confluence of (at the time) not-so-fortuitous events. Our 2008-2009 school year would not have happened as we know it but for a series of individual events that occurred and that because of which we are better off (does this count as a hanging preposition?).

As you all may recall, we entered room draw as a fragmented set out eight. If I remember correctly, Mark, Ted, and Elliot wanted to live together. John and I wanted to live together. Nonberg, BK, and Toto were planning on living together. We all are vying for Sevy, and planning on combining groups as was sensible at the time. While many enter senior year room draw with a battle-plan and a sure idea of what would happen, we "hadn't the foggiest". We weren't really helped by the draw either, as group after group snatched up Sevy quads and quints, and we were left scrambling.

John and I would not have even been at room draw had John not decided to go off campus winter term. As you may recall, John and I were about "this close" to living above Erbert and Gerbert's. Had that happened, there would have been Six. Maybe Stadium 202 would have occurred (is that the Sextet?). But, where would Alfredo have fit in all of that? We'll never know.

What if one of the Sevy rooms had been open? I believe they are almost exclusively quads. Nonberg had the lowest number, so he would have drawn BK and Toto and... who else? That would have left me, John, and two of Elliot, Ted, and Mark. I have a feeling Mark would have been fucked because, well, he was a freshman and in his words he "didn't really have any say at all" because of that. If Nonberg had opted for Sevy, John and I had taken Erbs and Gerbs, that would have left presumably two of Ted, Elliot, and Mark out in the cold. Elliot and Ted had terrible numbers. Burton double?

When Elliot, John, and I were picking our triple, we picked 203 almost randomly. I remember standing there and being like "Oh, which is bigger? Hmm I don't know. Okay we'll take 203." Surprisingly, we didn't think about proximity to 110 at the time, and to this day, I'm not sure why. Furthermore, we must consider that Stadium 110 dropped incredibly low in the draw. It should not have gone that late. Those triples usually go fairly quickly too. Yet, they didn't. Was it meant to be?

So many things occurred senior year that would simply be unthinkable without the existence of The Ocho. We didn't plan The Ocho. The Ocho was a mistake. Yet it was the best year of our college lives. Funny how that works, right?

The Re-Birth

Someone pointed out today that "our blog is dying". Let's face it, that person is right. We have not posted in awhile. People have been finishing up their comprehensive exams, had lots of home work, and BK has probably been arrested by the KGB for disclosing information about Moscow. (The church he took a picture of was probably a missile silo).
So the big question is, how do we bring our blog to the point where it does not have to be on life support? This is where you (the readers) come in. Comments and suggestions are two simple ways in which you can help add to our blog. The more you comment and suggest, the more we can respond to your specific needs.
In the mean time we will do our best to post about more fun issues and continue to stream Stadium 110 live for your viewing pleasure. Moreover, we will also be needing your help for the next Stadium 110 social function, so get excited for that.