Late Smurfin' postgame report

And now, only 26 hours late, the Big Yellow Nasty postgame wrap-up!

Not a lot of complaints about ASU's performance. Offense and defense were both solid, despite the fact that the secondary looked shaky early on, and special teams managed not to blow it. Sparky did a lot of pushups, but I'm getting ahead of myself.

Let's go to the student section.

Big time boos this game. First and foremost, a giant BS award for the Smurfs.

Stadium control has ditched their traditional grey polos for baby blues (hence the nickname). It's been awhile since I've seen the cartoon about the lovable, pint-sized communists, so I can't remember the exact Smurf who would patrol Smurf village relentlessly, throwing out anyone without a wristband, regardless of how empty and well-behaved the village was.

Was it Jerky Smurf? Pushy Smurf? Douchy Smurf? I-take-my-job-way-too-seriously Smurf?

By the third quarter, our Smurf on patrol revealed himself to be Horny Smurf, as he stopped scrutinizing everyone but scattered packs of hot girls.

All in a day's work, I guess, but I guarantee he didn't get Smurfed that night.

And if that's not enough mothersmurfin' bullsmurf, I've got another crap trophy for the man in the black cowboy hat and his girlfriend. Apparently, her cousin plays for Northwestern. Said cousin must also posses superhuman hearing (on par with Daredevil or possibly Superman), because the pair seemed pretty sure that he could hear every vulgar taunt Josh yelled out.

They turned around multiple times in an attempt to censor Josh, who said nothing that wasn't in the realm of typical student-section trash talk. Certainly, however, Daredevil could have singled Josh out.

Another boo to the frat whose pledges had to come to the game in really short running shorts. Gross.

A final boo goes to my pregame audio, which combines long pauses with drunken woo-hooing and fading signal for an audioblog post that's about as useful as the new wristband policy.

On a more positive note, big ups for some pushups. Crowd pushups, that is. And not your garden variety drunken frat guy crowd pushups.

You'll typically see a guy go up after an ASU score, doing one pushup (which is more like getting tossed up by some buddies) for every point, emulating the way Sparky does it.

This time, however, we had no fewer than eight different girls go up for crowd pushups. This is a huge victory for feminism and for guys who like to see girls bobbing up and down.

Also notable is that someone managed to hit Northwestern's quarterback with a tortilla as he was being pushed out of bounds.

But fan of the game goes to CareerBuilder.com, who gave out foam-rubber bananas before the game. Seeing those fly out of the stands was the next best thing to real bananas, which I dare somebody to bring next time.