Sometime in early January 2007, I woke up at the crack of 10:17 AM. I put on my slippers and threw on my Slanket. I asked my servant to fetch the mail for me, and as he bowed and scraped his way back into my palatial efficiency, my face lit up.
Like Rick Majerus sucking down an Ol' 96er, I grabbed my copy of the New Yorker from my servant's calloused hands
Tonight is the beginning of the end or the end of the beginning for Texas basketball 09'-10'.
For a multigenerational Texan, born and raised in Austin, I know an inordinate amount about snow, and not in that douchey, spring break in Aspen way. Until 1992, I’d seen a grand total of ½ inch, which is about par for the course for your average central Texan.
Then I made the still inexplicable decision to pass on UT and attend college in Maine. Maine is, without a doubt, a state that will leave an impression.
So I made it out to Wurstfest in New Braunfels on Sunday, and as I left I wondered why I don't go every year. Imagine the state fair but with German beer and polka bands. And no Sooners. I think I actually like the food better at Wurstfest because it's made by local civic organizations and not some shit thrown together by Sodexo or whomever.
All the food booths are located in the Marktplatz, and
Here's a
transcript.
Video link is there as well.
I missed the first part, but here's a quick summary (more down at the bottom after being able to rewatch)
Mack Brown promises "not to leave a stone uncovered" in his season-to-season adjustments. Bob Stoops agreed that this was water under the dam.
During summer drills, we have a slogan every day that the coaches read at position meetings.