The Big Game

The sports pundits had our Wildcats as 12 point underdogs for this game. The sportswriter for the San Antonio paper suggested Monday that it was really kind of dumb even to play the game, it was such a foregone conclusion. We arrived prepared to be pounded, as we were by Nebraska 8 years ago.

Instead, we were treated to quite a show. The 'cats finally lost in overtime, but not before taking us on a wild ride.

Daddy-Daughter Solidarity

During the Great Period of Uncertainty, before Kate had made her college choice, she would occasionally find herself in cool weather without adequate warm clothing. It seemed that every time this happened, her dad was there to offer his holy Northwestern sweatshirt. Each time, she would don it saying, "remember, a sweatshirt is not a binding obligation!"

Well, now that she has applied and been accepted at Alma Mater, it's probably ok if the matching tattoos are binding...

Pre-game Festivities

Monday evening, we decided to avail ourselves of the pre-game festivities outside of the Alamo dome. It was mostly chicken tacos and football toss games, though the field goal kicky thing was kind of fun.

Brand Awareness

In a nation full of national chains, it's always interesting to see regional takes on products.

As Illinoisans/Indianans for whom the Ozark Mountains are close enough to be sort of taken for granted, it was entertaining to find that apparently, in Texas, they are exotic symbols of purity:




And no, we are not mature enough to fail to be amused by the name of this chain of gas stations:

Hecklers

Rather than play Apples to Apples, Sam and Jim assumed the Statler and Waldorf positions and heckled from above:

The Road to San Anton

As evening came, it was time to set off for San Antonio. With Sam and Bram as added starters, we settled in for the ride:

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Sam contributed this delicacy to our feast: