The Night Before UTSA

[texmusic]

We are heading out to see the band Roger Clyne and The Peacemakers tomorrow night...They use to be called The Refreshments in the 90's.. They wrote the theme song to King of The Hill. I use to manage the place before I moved to Houston, and held a watching party or two for NT basketball a couple years ago. Good food..and and great show tomorrow night...

[Deuce]

Where are they playing?

[texmusic]

Love & War In Texas Grapevine 2505 East Grapevine Mills Circle...Grapevine...

[Deuce]

Love & War In Texas Grapevine 2505 East Grapevine Mills Circle...Grapevine...

Cool. Looks like it is close to my hotel.

[texmusic]

great

[Eastwood Eagle]

What is this? I don't even...

[texmusic]

Don't even? What??

[JesseMartin]

Roger Clyne, you know..."Everybody know that the world is full of stupid people, so meet me at the mission at midnight and we'll divvy up there..."

[Harry]

When I read this topic I kept thinking someone was going to throw out a clever, "Twas the night before UTSA and all through Apogee, not a creature was stirring...."

[meangreenthirteen]

When I read this topic I kept thinking someone was going to throw out a clever, "Twas the night before UTSA and all through Apogee, not a creature was stirring...."

I thought that too, but am now disappointed.

[FirefightnRick]

When I read this topic I kept thinking someone was going to throw out a clever, "Twas the night before UTSA and all through Apogee, not a creature was stirring...."[/quote

Zactly,...

Rick

[greenminer]

Slightly OT, but if any of you ever visit or frequent L&W at their Plano location, Jake is their sound guy.

Jake is currently attending UNT and I know him to be really good at a couple things: sound engineering and conversation.

I don't get out there as often as I'd like; anyone who meets the guy should shake his hand. Before he started his current studies he was on the road working sound for Bowling for Soup.

Edited November 22, 2013 by greenminer

[UNTexas]

Crap. They are playing Friday? Anyone know when they play again in the Metroplex? I'm out of town tomorrow night.

[texmusic]

I brought Jake with me to a game last season. He is a good guy.

[oldguystudent]

I think I've been into Love and War a couple times several years ago while waiting for friends to land at DFW. I had no idea there was live music anywhere in Grapevine. Interesting.

[oldguystudent]

'Twas the night before UTSA, when all through North Texas

Not an Eagle was stirring, not even the exes;

The coolers were stocked by the tailgate with care,

In hopes that St. Mac soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds;

While visions of Zach Orr danced in their heads;

And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,

Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,

Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,

When what to my wondering eyes did appear,

But a Friday night rally and a man they call beer,

With a clinched winning record and division title on track,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Mac.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:

"Now, Thompson! now, Chancellor! now Abbe and Orr!

On, Buyers! on, Jim-Jim! on, Lairamie and More!

To the top of the hill! to the end of Victory Hall!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;

So up to Apogee the coursers they flew

With the D full of hits, and St. Mac too—

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the turf

The hits on the roadrunners, they could only say, "urf!"

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

Down the sideline St. Mac came with a bound.

He wore sunglasses, and a scowl like hellhound,

And his clothes were all tarnished with blood, sweat and tears;

I opened my cooler searching for beers,

And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.

His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the whites of his eyes were as white as the snow;

The grimace of victory he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a broad face and a flat worked out belly

That shook when he laughed, like steel and concrete jelly.

He was tall and thin, a right jolly old elf,

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And set loose the defense; then turned with a jerk,

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up sideline he rose;

He sprang to his bus, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—

“Happy gameday to all, and to all a good night!”

[Mean Green Eagle]

When I read this topic I kept thinking someone was going to throw out a clever, "Twas the night before UTSA and all through Apogee, not a creature was stirring...."

I was thinking the same...lol

[NorthTexan95]

Awesome job, oldguystudent!

[UNT90]

I think I've been into Love and War a couple times several years ago while waiting for friends to land at DFW. I had no idea there was live music anywhere in Grapevine. Interesting.

See that Horizon? Walk toward it. See that next horizon? Walk toward it.

Repeat.

:-)

[UNTcrazy727]

I think I've been into Love and War a couple times several years ago while waiting for friends to land at DFW. I had no idea there was live music anywhere in Grapevine. Interesting.

Tolbert's on Maint Street always has live music. Mike Rhyner's Petty Theft plays there quite a bit.

[FirefightnRick]

Greatness OGS.

Rick

[MeanGreenTexan]

'Twas the night before UTSA, when all through North Texas

Not an Eagle was stirring, not even the exes;

The coolers were stocked by the tailgate with care,

In hopes that St. Mac soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds;

While visions of Zach Orr danced in their heads;

And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,

Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,

Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,

When what to my wondering eyes did appear,

But a Friday night rally and a man they call beer,

With a clinched winning record and division title on track,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Mac.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:

"Now, Thompson! now, Chancellor! now Abbe and Orr!

On, Buyers! on, Jim-Jim! on, Lairamie and More!

To the top of the hill! to the end of Victory Hall!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;

So up to Apogee the coursers they flew

With the D full of hits, and St. Mac too—

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the turf

The hits on the roadrunners, they could only say, "urf!"

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

Down the sideline St. Mac came with a bound.

He wore sunglasses, and a scowl like hellhound,

And his clothes were all tarnished with blood, sweat and tears;

I opened my cooler searching for beers,

And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.

His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the whites of his eyes were as white as the snow;

The grimace of victory he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a broad face and a flat worked out belly

That shook when he laughed, like steel and concrete jelly.

He was tall and thin, a right jolly old elf,

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And set loose the defense; then turned with a jerk,

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up sideline he rose;

He sprang to his bus, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—

“Happy gameday to all, and to all a good night!”

Now I can rest tonight, assured that St. Mac will bring me the most wonderful of gifts tomorrow. I know he's real, and no nUTSAck fan can tell me otherwise.

[Stix]

'Twas the night before UTSA, when all through North Texas

Not an Eagle was stirring, not even the exes;

...

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—

“Happy gameday to all, and to all a good night!”

HOF. Now.

[forevereagle]

'Twas the night before UTSA, when all through North Texas

Not an Eagle was stirring, not even the exes;

...Awesomeness...

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—

“Happy gameday to all, and to all a good night!”

[JesseMartin]

As awesome as that was, I really expected some Grey Goose to come out of that sack...