You know where to find me on Saturday.
This week, of course, marks the first – and likely very last – time the sweet Husks will travel to Laramie. I’m going. My little brothers are flying in from Washington state and New York, respectively, to go along, as is one spouse, our dad, and one friend.
Tensions are running high here in Wyoming. This afternoon I was walking to work wearing, as always, my red Nebraska cap, when some old guy sprayed me (well, sent a couple drops in my direction) with his garden hose.
“Hey,” he said, “what are you doing with that hat on?”
I failed to come up with a properly pithy response. Since I imagine that this will happen again in some form this week, if you’ve got a good response, please post in the comments so I can use it next time.
And this will be the view.
I’ll keep you updated on other assaults to my person, as well as my heroic slogging on in the Scarlet & Cream, as the week wears on.
Go Big Red.