Happy Football
Happy fall Tiger fans,
The happiest time of the year delayed its debut in Mid-Missouri for two weeks, allowing blues, BBQ, and bicycles to bring in the fall. The combination has us anticipating a weird home opener. The weather is decidedly October-like, the opponent is decidedly non-descript, and we’ve already seen the Tigers have 2 wins under their belt over quality competition.
Coach Bill Cubit brings the Western Michigan Broncos to Columbia for a 1:00 kickoff on Saturday. They were pre-season favorites to win the MAC, but have started 0-2 with losses to West Virginian and Indiana. In keeping with recent tradition, we’ll start the home season by tailgating with the Miller’s crowd. Drinks and Buckingham’s aplenty, starting at 11:00, with 200 or so of my closest co-workers. The kids and I will likely be at the tailgate by 9:30, so come on out whenever you like. We’ll be happy to haul stuff for you, as always, but I remind you, drinks and Buckingham’s aplenty, starting at 11:00.
Cubit is no stranger to Faurot Field. He was offensive coordinator for the Broncos when they raced up and down the field against our Tigs in a 1999 MU victory. The next year he showed up on our sidelines as co-offensive coordinator in what turned out to be a bad year. My lasting memory of his control over our offense is the Tigers working all pre-game in “secrecy” in the Devine Pavilion, to allegedly surprise the other team with our new sneaky no-huddle offense. Not so good on the surprise o’meter, is my recollection.
Adelaide’s fifth-birthday is coming up, for which she’ll be having a rock star party. Kids are supposed to dress up like their favorite Rock Star or High School Musical character. Speaking of HS Musical, someone who shall not be named compared getting his photo taken with Chase Daniel on the field after the Ole Miss game to “meeting your favorite High School Musical character.” A big dork, just has two little girls at home, or both, you decide.
We’ve beat the Indians and the Rebels, with Bronco-taming next on the schedule in our mascotonial trip through American Yankee history. Damn Yankees. On a side note, screw ku.