
After 11 years in NYC/Philly (with no cable) I would have sworn my love for college football had been buried with really no mourning involved. However, after yesterday's Baylor/Missouri game, I am pretty sure it's not totally dead. It was SO fun to yell like crazy, along with 35,000 others, for the most underdog team in the Big 12. We totally hung in there; I have a hope for some really fun games in the future. It was Baylor homecoming weekend, and the kids had a great time at Pigskin & the parade (candy)! Maybe we'll swing one more game this year; it's great having my parents in Waco where Baylor is. It's kind of weird to go back. There were the Baylor years, which I LOVED, then the NYC years, which I also LOVED. These two places could not be more opposite. Bringing those two parts of me together is often hard. How do they make sense? Still working that out, as I know there are common threads & none of it has been a detour or a waste of time. Indeed, the journey has been great fun.