And what did my wonderful ears behold...my four year old telling me how much he "hates the stinky sheep." As we passed CSU's campus driving up College - every time he saw their logo, he repeated it. As we passed a girl in the grocery store with a CSU t-shirt, he repeated it. 'Tis good to be the king of my domain...a man who has done right by the world and secured a lasting hatred for the turds from Fart Colons through the next generation...
As for the upcoming season, I am as giddy as a damned kid. Between my planned roadtrips to Bowling Green, Air Force and CSU and the Big Red coming to town - I am about to pee given my excitement.
Speaking of the Big Red, I must admit to some indiscretions. My parents' families are all die hard Big Red fans. I was raised a Big Red fan. Other than when they play Wyoming, I am still a Big Red fan. But I have learned a thing or two about my other team being on "the other side" this year. Apart from the tail of arrogance that is always (and appropriately) afixed to the "best fans in all of football" when it comes to their team - turns out they are also quite mesmerized and taken with Lincoln and Omaha as the social and geographical center of the world - a fact I was surprised to learn. Having been to Nebraska, a lot, I have never stopped to think that the endless cornfields and cattle feedlots were all that special and that they were far superior to what Wyoming has to offer. I never knew that mini-vans, 1990's Buicks and beehive hairdos were the shit. I never realized that the cookie-cutter midwest cities of Omaha and Lincoln were akin to NYC, Paris and Rome. Turns out I was wrong. As the Husker faithful talk about the pending trip to Laramie, they scoff at having "nothing to do" as they suggest that the only thing to do in Laramie is to leave. Sure, Laramie lacks a Texas Roadhouse and the finer comforts of chain-food Americana that is Lincoln, Nebraska, but, in response to one of the more thoughtful posters on the Husker Board, we don't screw sheep and we don't go "cowtippin'." In fact, the only time I have been approached to tip cows was on a trip to where? Oh, yeah, NEB-freakin-RASKA. Get over yourselves and enjoy the trip. It is beautiful out here and most folks who visit Wyoming for football (see Ole Miss, Texas A & M, Virginia, etc.) tend to think it is a pretty neat place. Drop the third grade pissin' match, boys, as usually the only thing that happens during such events is you dribble pee on your jeans and underwear. I am secure enough to give credit to Nebraska for a hell of a gameday experience...so please stop with the superiority complex long enough to look around and acknowledge that the Snowies are amazing and the beer is just as good as it is in Lincoln.
Rant over. Go Pokes. And yes, I sang Ragtime Cowboy Joe to my sons tonight going to bed, and yes, I told them both that it is ok to say that they hate the Stinky Sheep. Hate is usually not something we condone, but this is different.
As for the upcoming season, I am as giddy as a damned kid. Between my planned roadtrips to Bowling Green, Air Force and CSU and the Big Red coming to town - I am about to pee given my excitement.
Speaking of the Big Red, I must admit to some indiscretions. My parents' families are all die hard Big Red fans. I was raised a Big Red fan. Other than when they play Wyoming, I am still a Big Red fan. But I have learned a thing or two about my other team being on "the other side" this year. Apart from the tail of arrogance that is always (and appropriately) afixed to the "best fans in all of football" when it comes to their team - turns out they are also quite mesmerized and taken with Lincoln and Omaha as the social and geographical center of the world - a fact I was surprised to learn. Having been to Nebraska, a lot, I have never stopped to think that the endless cornfields and cattle feedlots were all that special and that they were far superior to what Wyoming has to offer. I never knew that mini-vans, 1990's Buicks and beehive hairdos were the shit. I never realized that the cookie-cutter midwest cities of Omaha and Lincoln were akin to NYC, Paris and Rome. Turns out I was wrong. As the Husker faithful talk about the pending trip to Laramie, they scoff at having "nothing to do" as they suggest that the only thing to do in Laramie is to leave. Sure, Laramie lacks a Texas Roadhouse and the finer comforts of chain-food Americana that is Lincoln, Nebraska, but, in response to one of the more thoughtful posters on the Husker Board, we don't screw sheep and we don't go "cowtippin'." In fact, the only time I have been approached to tip cows was on a trip to where? Oh, yeah, NEB-freakin-RASKA. Get over yourselves and enjoy the trip. It is beautiful out here and most folks who visit Wyoming for football (see Ole Miss, Texas A & M, Virginia, etc.) tend to think it is a pretty neat place. Drop the third grade pissin' match, boys, as usually the only thing that happens during such events is you dribble pee on your jeans and underwear. I am secure enough to give credit to Nebraska for a hell of a gameday experience...so please stop with the superiority complex long enough to look around and acknowledge that the Snowies are amazing and the beer is just as good as it is in Lincoln.
Rant over. Go Pokes. And yes, I sang Ragtime Cowboy Joe to my sons tonight going to bed, and yes, I told them both that it is ok to say that they hate the Stinky Sheep. Hate is usually not something we condone, but this is different.
' and there transformation shall be complete 
