I originally wrote this for my own blog, kevinspradlin.wordpress.com, for myself, and a few of my loyal readers to enjoy. Well, as it turns out, Mike Rutherford is one of those readers. And he tweeted about it. And, well, it blew up. By noon, the blog had exceeded it's previous high for views in a day. So after some persuasion from a fellow Card Chronicle reader, I give you my Search for the Head Chronicloid in its entirety. Enjoy....
Earlier this season, I attended the Louisville – FIU football game. A game which, under normal circumstances, I would never speak of again. But these are no normal circumstances. I witnessed something that night that would drastically change the course of this season.
I’ve been sitting in the same seats at these games for 11ish years now. By now, I know most of the people around us. The brothers, the old people my Mom is friends with, that guy who sits next to me, who’s really nice when he’s sober, but becomes belligerent after one drink. Then there's those that have left us. Elvis. Old man and old lady. Okay, so I don’t actually know any of them by name. But they’re like Cardinal Family. With the FIU game being my first of the year, I looked around to see who had returned. Most were back, with the addition of my sister, Shelby, and brother in law, Brian, just a row in front of us and a few seats to the right (the exact location will become important). As I looked around I thought I spotted a familiar face sitting down on my row. But not any of those faces I remembered from years past. Could it be? Mike Rutherford, author and creator of Card Chronicle, the inspiration for the very blog I now write? I asked my Dad if he thought it was him too. Of course my Dad doesn’t know what Mike Rutherford looks like. Most people probably don’t. I dismissed it. Clearly I was just trying to convince myself I was sitting near a local celebrity.
Fast forward to the Syracuse game. I’m sitting in my seat, watching the game, alongside Kentucky fan, Ethan Guetig. Someone comes down our row. I stand up to let him through. Could it be? That same familiar face that I saw at the FIU game? I’ve had enough. I ask Ethan to help. However, Ethan, being a Kentucky fan, only knows what Matt Jones’ butt looks like. He’s no help. I pull out my phone and go to the website itself, Card Chronicle, to see exactly what Mike was wearing to this game (Yes, he posts this information before every game). Everything matches up. I shoot my sister a text. "Don’t freak out, but Mike Rutherford is sitting right behind you." I have no idea if she even knows who Mike Rutherford is, but, she had to be warned. Well guess what. SHE ALREADY KNOWS. Turns out, Shelby and Brian had done enough eavesdropping during the game to determine it was definitely Mike. Creeps. Now, with all the confidence in the world, I shoot Mike a tweet to let him know I’m near. "Don’t look now, but @CardChronicle sits on the same row as me at Louisville football games." Ethan thinks this is weird. Clearly I have no fear. If "our fearless leader" is just sitting just mere feet from me, I want to know! If the man who told me about Chicken Knowles, and convinced me to send the 17 year old kid in Houston tweets nonstop, is sitting just mere feet from me, I want to know! If the guy who convinced me to go on a gay sports website and vote for Louisville point guard Elisha Justice as the "Hottest Male Athlete in the World" is sitting just mere feet from me, I want to know! Anyways, Mike must not check his twitter during the games, because aside from a reply from GoCardsAttitude, I heard nothing in return. Discouraged, I headed back to Bowling Green feeling like an utter failure, and a disgrace to Chronicloids everywhere.
Fast forward again. It’s the Wednesday before the Pitt game. I’m sitting in the library, thinking about my studies, and not Louisville football, when inexplicably, I remember the incident of the last game. I’m not just going to sit around and let this happen again. It’s time to take action. I shoot Mike another tweet (or two, or three). "As Louisville heads into their final home game this weekend," I tweet, "I think there’s only one question on everyone’s mind. Will @CardChronicle finally work up the courage to look down the row and introduce himself to me?" See what I’ve done there? Pressure’s on him. I’m feeling witty, so I add, "My guess? No. Guess I’ll have to do all the work. Possible icebreaker: I ALSO like the University of Louisville." Get it? Anyways, I go back to my studies and put the tweets behind me. Hey, maybe some of my Louisville followers will get a laugh out of it! Wait. What’s this? A reply from @CardChronicle? "haha. If I don’t say hi, feel free to make the move." Crap, this guy’s good. Now the pressure’s back on me.
Well, round about here, but I didn’t make the move. But there was definitely one moment where I was trying to enter the row while he was trying to exit, and I got out of his way, and he nodded and said thanks. So I mean, come on…he knew. Why not make the move you ask? I’m not too sure. Maybe I just wanted to let the guy watch the game in peace. Maybe I didn’t want to sound like a screaming fan girl. You see, I’ve actually cyber-spoken to Mike Rutherford before. Aside from the occasional comments back and forth on Card Chronicle, we both follow each other on twitter, and have made comments on each other’s tweets. Also, I once emailed this very blog to Mike, seeking some sort of feedback from the expert. He responded, and gave the feedback graciously. What a nice guy, right? I told him to feel free to keep up with the blog on the link posted, or just follow me on twitter. He obliged, as I received a new follower later that afternoon from Card Chronicle. You see what I’m getting at here? There’s a real chance that Mike is reading this very blog post on my blog right now. So Mike, if you are, thanks for reading. And it’s okay, I forgive you for not introducing yourself. I didn’t do my part. Phone works both ways ya know, bro? Anyways, welcome to the section 215 Cardinal Family Mike. Even if you go the way of Elvis and the old people, and never come back, you can proudly say you are the only family member to inspire a 1000 word blog post from myself.
See ya next year Papa John’s Cardinal Stadium.