Before I begin, I want to apologize for not updating my blog. I know it has been too long for the loyal readers (sorry, Mom), but I'm back now and the sky's the limit.
This Friday, the crew will be rolling thick to Laramie, Wyo. for the BYU football game. The high plains of Wyoming is an intimidating place, even for someone like me who has never even been there. The stories of urine bombs, whiskey bottles, livestock and other projectiles have me a bit concerned, to say the least, but this is a trip that needs to be taken. This is more than a road trip; this is a defining moment in my life. I stand at the crossroads of manhood.
This weekend, I will shed the persona of the awkward college student and become a crusader. I will march dutifully to the home of the heathen with my sword in hand ready to reclaim the holy land. I will either return victorious, or die a martyr on the field of War Memorial Stadium.
I do not know what awaits me on the high plains of Laramie, but I do know this: I will follow BYU to hell, and I'll surely follow them to Laramie.
Laramie: From Hell's heart, I stab at thee!
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3 comments:
Great article. I just want to say you may go to Laramie on a crusade, but it will not be to reclaim anything holy. Wyoming is a place that has always (from the beginning of time) been a place completely devoid of holiness.
No sleep till Brooklyn!
Good work with the H-link
We'll likely die on this trip, and I feel this article will work as our obituary. It's good to have you back on the keyboard, AO.
To Laramie!!!
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