A Brief Respite in San Antone

There are no pictures of Scott and Amber's short-lived but wondrous weekend excursion to San Antonio for Mizzou's ill-fated Big 12 Championship game. This could be because a) no one wants pictures of me eating twenty tacos in 50 hours; b) the universal no-kids, no-camera rule or c) those shots I took of Amber on the bar at Coyote Ugly Friday night just didn't turn out.

Oh, option d) is that I can't find the cord to fit my antedeluvian personal camera right now to download the pics.

For the record, Amber and I took the Mizzou Alumni Association's charter trip to San Antonio and had a blast. Good food, really good food and even a little great food was had. The OU fans were annoying in groups but fine on a one-on-one level. We thoroughly enjoyed ourselves, even shut down the bars one night and went running the following morning. Not too bad, all in all. The game itself, of course, totally sucked. But we came away with the clear knowledge that we'd been beaten by a superior team...not our own mistakes. All hail Oklahoma and they should be in the big game.

Note: I had more to say, but Mark Mangino ate the rest of my post.

Killin' Carbon, Baby

The Rowsons went out and did their duty as Americans and hacked down a poor coniferous tree. Three or four years of hardy triumph against the baking sun and freezing winter were no match for nineteen seconds of camera-captured saw-wizadry. Here are the pics....

Thanksgiving

Ayla, Beckett, Amber and I gathered this year in the lovely home of Amber's sister, Danielle, her husband Joel and family. The home was, and I'm afraid to report, still is located in the state of Kansas (a geographical entity most right-thinking people traverse either by air at 35,000 feet or by car at night). As earlier posts indicate, however, the people of this state (scientifically proven to be flatter than a pancake) are exceedingly warm and welcoming.



The Mizzou-Kansas game was still two days away at this point, so the Rowsons were treated with an eyefull of KU colors for the entirety of the holiday. Remarkably, your blogger was still able to a) eat a full Thanksgiving meal and b) keep it down. It didn't hurt, of course, that the turkey was super-delicious and perfectly cooked. I ate it remorselessly for the three succeeding days.


Nobody knows exactly what Beckett is doing here, but he is definitely removing his pants. If you can tie that to the buffoonish antics of his father, then good for you.