oldguystudent

I've never seen a high school football game in my life, so I shouldn't care one bit, yet I find myself maniacally searching scores on Friday nights, rooting against Marble Falls. That can't be healthy.

If I'd spent the last ten years trying to make a living by getting honest, nonconfrontational information out of Dickey and Dodge, I'd probably have a chip on my shoulder too.

I'm apparently supposed to show up early to set things on fire in order to have a finished product at a reasonable time. The things through which I have to suffer.

10 cls 20 let attendance = tixsold + buttsinseats 30 if attendance < 30000 then print ” Students don't care and Rick isn't working hard enough!” else print ” Why didn't the AD have the foresight to build the stadium with a larger capacity? Pathetic!” 40 home 50 goto 10

Two words: Karl Benson

Meanwhile, I found myself near Berry Street in the heart of hundreds of collar popping frog fans, tv on FSN, crowd screaming bloody murder when UNT stopped KSU at the four. Lots of ” Wow! UNT is getting really good!”

Two-way street there. I can't control that I just got here in 2008. I can't control that I got through the graduate program in record time with top grades, so only got employment enabling me a meager level of donation this calendar year. Yet for the entirety of my time, these things have been held against me. Change the culture? Embrace and develop the younger fan base with the open arms of the old, and stop sweating the small stuff that usually books down to clothing, standing, and stickers.

Saw a picture of the Miami game this morning. Maybe 300 people came in.

You and me both! When I need a room in Denton, it has NOTHING to do with amenities and everything to do with avoiding the fine accommodations over on McKinney Street!

I watched last night's game and have no voice left to show for it today. I saw the score out of Ford Field this morning. I chortle in the general direction of the collar poppers and like very, very much the program I see developing in little ole' Denton.

I predict that I'll work on Saturday for last minute September 17th deadline stuff, haul ass to Trader Joe's for a $16 case of 6.2% abv Simpler Times Lager, call up a buddy who lives by TCU, and see how things go from there.

As for me and my house, we will serve pasta and meatballs?

Not sure what you're getting at there, but a first year, never played together before North Texas baseball team would have a legit chance at a series win over woeful Kansas State, the bottom dweller of an otherwise strong Big XII conference.

For purposes of giving you a more objective answer, I'll remove my horrific life associations with religion from this equation. 1) All things that are presently explained by science were once explained by religion. All things presently explained by religion will one day be explained by science. 2) OK. I'll grant you that it is improbable that earth should exist with its atmosphere, weather patterns, and complex ecosystems purely by chance. So improbable, in fact, as to be infinitely impossible. Until I saw this and started reading about it and what it represented. An area one tenth the width of the moon from earth's view, 10,000 galaxies, going back 18 billion light years. The universe is a BIG place, man. So big, that in spite of infinitely improbable odds, most astronomers will tell that that quite literally everything exists within it. Even a little blue planet with dolphins and crappy high school football coaches that in the grand scope of the universe is magnitudes of order less significant than a grain of sand on the floor of the ocean. (Also, photographs of galaxies from 18 billion years ago totally blows that whole young earth thing out of the water for me) As for "God?" Maybe I just contradicted myself when I said that quite literally everything exists in the universe. Eh, I know one thing. If the God of my childhood is real, I'll take the express ticket to hell, and I'll gladly supply the matches and lighter fluid because that guy is a total dick who I wouldn't want to spend five minutes with let alone eternity.

To be honest, I'd been at UNT for three semesters before I "applied." Then I asked what kind of score they were looking for on the GMAT. 25th percentile. So basically, I could've gone into the test, peed on my shoes, spit on the computer screen, and blown boogers on the keyboard and scored well enough for admission. Admissions criteria is half perception anyways. The real question is what good do degrees from UTSA do?

I also could not care less about a cross on display. I'd just tell the kid we're going to visit that place with a T in front across from that place. As for threatening hell, what's next? No presents from Santa Claus or no chocolate from the Easter Bunny? Sometimes I want to walk around, pointing fingers at people, shouting incoherently about how they're doomed to become stardust.

One of my great pleasures in life is embarrassing my child. Hell, the kid challenges me to do it!

Their reactions to this are crazier than helmet stickers for the mean green brigade threads in this place. People take this little pastime that is college football waaaay to seriously. Honestly, if I had a wife who hit the jack a little t oo hard, and the worst thing that results is that she threw on a scrappy head, and started singing at the computer, I think I'd probably be having a good time of it.

This is the greatest thing I have ever seen on the internet.

Her constant standing blocked my view of the frozen confections.

A 102 for Thompson? Seriously?

You're right about downtown. Kid wanted to go to burguesa before the tailgate and it was some classic car show or something.

If for no other reason, I could tell by their 12-man roster. I saw them come out and kept waiting for the rest of the team.

Was being facetious, good sir.

The roast beef upstairs wasn't rare enough for me. /firstworldproblems