I am going to Chattanooga
You always hear sports fans making a promise where, if their team makes it to their respective championship game, then that individual will go—no matter what. I never made that type of promise. Tennessee? Come on. Flights are ridiculously expensive; oh and don't even tell me about booking in advance. I wouldn't jinx my team like that. And that drive? 2,100 miles. 30 hours.
Well, I decided that I have to make it.
It's my senior year and the Montana Grizzlies are playing in the National Championship game. This is by far the most enjoyable squad out of the past four seasons. Plain and simple, I cannot justify not making this ridiculous drive. So, upon purchasing six tickets from an Appalachian State fan, myself and five friends will be making the pilgrimage to Chattanooga, TN. I hope to see many Griz fans there. If you're making the trip and have tips (or invites to tailgates?) for some Chattanooga rookies and college students on a budget, drop those in the comments.
Go Griz.
Good for you! What a memory to carry with you the rest of your life. You'll never forget it or regret it no matter the outcome. Nevertheless, I smell a blowout: Griz by three touchdowns.