Back in the Saddle

Thanks to Ryan for pointing out the UNO College Democrats (www.unodemocrats.com) site. I did check it out and is another site for us youngin's to check out. Also, congrats to Ryan for being the first person to comment on my site. Your cookie is in the mail :)
Anyway, the College World Series was a blast. Our job was to provide refreshments to the press box lounge, press conference room, parking lot employees, and the metro police force (in exchange for some excellent food..they were very cool guys). Got to spend a lot of time in the press box with the big wigs from tv and print media. Most of them were pretty cool. I think the only guy I got attitude from was a guy from Baylor who was mad because we only had diet coke in the fountain with "shot glasses". I'm hoping he got over it.
Also last week I got to attend the Big & Rich concert at Nebraskaland Days in North Platte. For those of you who haven't been and are thinking of going, begin preparing now. If you've lived your whole life in Omaha and, whether you like it or not, are the stereotypical "urban cowboy", you must understand what you are getting yourself into. Having grown up with family that drank plain labeled beer and craved Waylon and Willie, I've been to that mountain, and can assimilate myself if necessary. I don't sport the cowboy hat or boots anymore, but it could be done without shame or regret. My first mistake was taking my 12 year old sister-in-law and her friend (along with my wife). My second was driving my cavalier. Always take your biggest car. We looked just a tad bit out of place between the F-250 and Dodge Ram with the Cummins Diesel. We made it in and I grabbed a beer to blend in a little more. We made our way down to the pit with a pretty decent view. Especially of the white trash that had showed up. The girls ahead of us had "makes love to Skynyrd" spray painted all over them. They had on tank tops, except for the best looking one (relatively), who had on, you guessed it, a tube top straight from the aisles of Wal-Mart. You kind of feel bad because you know they've saved up the whole year for this one event. As we gazed around a little more at the hats (there were definitely some legit cowboys there), Kid Rock's little black sheep brother slipped in front of us. He'd been drinking for quite a while, and I just thought of how the two 12 year old's were getting their first look at a stupid drunk. He had jeans, a pristine white wife-beater, and short blond air with a goatee. He was getting his groove on with his imaginary centerfold right in front of the girls, and then was kind enough to offer them a smoke. While it wasn't funny at the time, it was when he finally left. All in all, it was a very good time. The concert itself was excellent. Love everybody.