It was a college football night like any other. Like many Mizzou fans over the years, I expected, hell, I planned on a beat down. My wife told me “you know they’re going to lose.” My two-year old twin daughters didn’t know. They were just excited their dad was excited. Then it happened. Play after miraculous play. Then I get hyped, and because of that, my daughters got hyped. And we made our first sports memory. Dad and daughters. Their dad going nuts. Hoisting them in the air. They probably didn’t know why they were excited, but they were, because their dad was. My trusty wife, kept telling me “you know they’re going to lose.” We put our girls down and it was just me and my wife, watching with bated breath. It didn’t end the way we wanted, but for three quarters, the miracle was possible. We flirted with destiny.
Man I live for those moments. It’s why I’ll continue to believe against hope my Tigers can do the impossible. I’ll listen to every interview and podcast and follow every recruitment.
I love this sport. And I love you miserable bastards.
Man I live for those moments. It’s why I’ll continue to believe against hope my Tigers can do the impossible. I’ll listen to every interview and podcast and follow every recruitment.
I love this sport. And I love you miserable bastards.
