So This Is How It Ends
Now we know how it all ends. After 60 minutes of football on a hot and humid New Orleans night, LSU emerges as the national champion, solidly defeating Ohio State 38-24. It was a game that not a lot of people saw coming, especially after a football season that sent sports writers scrambling to use adjectives other than unexpected/thrilling/upsetting/wild and crazy.
An Economical Decision
The National Championship isn't the only game in town this weekend. If my morning stroll through the French Quarter was any indication, mingling among the alums and boosters and students and fans and the players was another group that numbered 8,000 strong on the streets of New Orleans: economists.
Ohio State fans aren't the only ones crowding balconies in town this weekend.
BYONC; Bring Your Own National Championship
The streets will be flooded with coolers; it'll be one big tailgate out on Bourbon street.
That's how the weekend of the national championship has been described by some business owners around New Orleans. They don't expect a huge crowd for days, nor do they expect the restaurants to be over booked, the service industry to be working overtime or the hotels to have their "No Vacancy" signs lit up.
This game might draw less overall crowds to the city than last week's Sugar Bowl.
A stack of boxes marked "pyrotechnic equipment" and a line of awkward-looking high school girls dressed in spangly, sparkly outfits waiting to take the field can only mean that a fairly average bowl game pre-game show lies ahead. The kind where a giant pom squad takes the field, does a dance to a jazzed up version of "Proud Mary," a massive mixture of high school bands that play an oddly arranged version of "We Are Family" follows and concludes with either some fireworks during the National Anthem--at the very least--and hopefully a bomber fly over of some sort.
And so goes the average bowl game entertainment.
Caitlin getting attacked by mascots is just part of the bowl game experience.
We're Going to Miami
The weather in Miami is supposed to be fabulous--sunny, warm temperatures, gentle ocean breezes. Perfect for lounging on the beach, drinking fruity drinks that come with umbrellas, strolling around and seeing the sites. But things don't always go how they are supposed to, especially on this trip. Tomorrow morning, the sun will depart for a few days, clouds will roll in, those gentle breezes will turn into strong winds and scattered rain will hit the area.
Sure, it's probably due to the fact that some low-pressure front or high-pressure front is moving in, or some winds out of the northwest are causing the barometer to drop or that Atlantic winds are bringing in storms from the Gulf. Actually, I think it's because we are arriving.
I'm not very excited.
A Time for All
It's a New Years tradition, in this society of ours, to declare our resolutions for the coming 365 days. It's also a time to think about what we're thankful for having had in the past 365. After watching Cal down Air Force in the Armed Forces Bowl, I can think of a few things each team is thankful for.
The drive only takes about 10 hours from Columbia, Missouri, to Dallas, Texas. But that doesn't necessarily mean it's an easy drive.
Wonder if this fell off the car on the way down from Missouri...
Today Was a Good Day
Today is December 29th. Many, many historical and monumental events that have shaped the history of man occurred on this day. More importantly, today is Caitlin's birthday. So, for lack of a better term and for the sake of tradition:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAITLIN
The Texas Bowl as a BCS Bowl?
In 10 years, the Texas Bowl will be part of the BCS--or so goes the bold prediction that bowl and Houston Texan vice chairman Philip Burguières made one year ago at the pre-bowl luncheon. That's a fairly presumptive statement for a bowl that had never been played before and one that, last year, was viewed as a consolation prize for the Rutgers Scarlet Knights.
Caitlin and I drove up to Austin, TX tonight to sit down with some local Longhorn fans. Somewhere on Sixth Street we found them. Lots of them. Over 200 were piled into, and spilling out of, a local bar. The 36 TVs ensured that everyone could watch the game--and everyone did.