CYlentBob from Dallas

The second week of March means that the days are getting longer. The robin is back in the crabapple tree out front of our house & he's busy chasing "Stumpy" and all the other squirrels away from his territory. Iowa State fans feel a pull towards the South, and start looking up bar and restaurant information on the internet.

The second week of March means that the days are getting longer.  The robin is back in the crabapple tree out front of our house & he's busy chasing "Stumpy" and all the other squirrels away from his territory.  Iowa State fans feel a pull towards the South, and start looking up bar and restaurant information on the internet. 

 

The truly weird of the Midwest are flocking to Dallas by any means available.  Bus, plane, car, train, dirigible and bicycle.  They're drawn to the home of JR Ewing, Mark Cuban, Hollywood Henderson, and the tailor who made those LOUD suits for Michael Irvin.  They'll miss the guys in the gyro van outside Kelly's, but that drooling wacko handing out the dogeared conspiracy flyers on the corner South of the Texas School Book Depository is going to try and pick up the slack.  ISU fans will pine for that special humid stickiness they feel when human sweat and spilled beer hang thickly in the air over the crowd at Kelly's, and they'll laugh thinking about the fact that on a good Thursday night during the tourney, it takes AT LEAST 15 minutes to get from the front door to the pizzeria counter.  Sure, Gilley's is a great place, but Iowa State fans like smaller venues.  Maybe it's our Protestant work ethic (can Catholics have Protestant work ethics too?  Well, I think they can, and if you don't agree – write your own article), or maybe we like the comfort of a friendly crowd. 

 

Iowa State enters the basketball tourney as a ten seed.  Slipping to this spot when they had a chance to finish as high as sixth with one more win in Boulder is a heartbreaker, but that's the theme this year – Potential Unrealized.  Sure, we could get hot and run the table.  We've got the talent.  It could happen.  I'm not going to bet anyone the  pink slip to my favorite motorcycle on ISU even playing on Sunday, but IT.  COULD.  HAPPEN. 

 

 It could happen, but it probably won't this year.

 

Why do we follow the team to Dallas when we're nowhere near favorites?  We enjoy the games, we like to get together with our old buddies and hoist a few beers, and we like to cover our bets.  What if?  What if the big men finally put it all together?  What if the guards hit all their free throws?  What if all the stars align for the Cyclones?  Wouldn't you feel like an idiot if you stopped coming down for the games and THAT year they run the table?

 

Besides, do you really have anything better to do in Iowa?

 

The Twister Sistas beat Texas today, and tomorrow while I'm driving down to Kansas City, they'll be facing the #1 seed Oklahoma Sooners.  Wow, what a consolation prize.  I guess the Iowa Lottery's right:  you can't win if you don't play – and the best part is that ISU didn't have to raid the kid's college fund to get in this game.  All they had to do was beat the Longhorns.  I miss the days when I could make it to ISU's Wednesday night game at Municipal by leaving Winterset at noon, but I guess I'll live with the Dallas experiment & next year's Okie City surprise until Kansas City finishes the new downtown arena.  Kick some butt ladies; unfortunately, I'll have to catch this one on Sportscenter.

 

Our band will begin arriving at 2 pm, and by the time I get in at 7:45, we'll be four strong.  Two more arrive Thursday morning.  The last man?  Don't ask.  He could be there Wednesday night, or he could be there Friday morning.  It's best not to think too hard on this issue – he'll be there when he gets there.  He's on his way to Colorado as I write this (Tuesday, 9:30 pm), and he'll call me so I can drive North to DeSoto and pick up his two tickets for the full session.  At least if he gets hung up on the highway the tickets can be used by the rest of us.  We've got six full-session tickets for seven guys…I guess we were a LITTLE too optimistic when we decided to get as many as we could back in January.  Scalping in Dallas is like taking candy from a baby compared to the scalp dance outside Kemper, but maybe we can at least get face value for the tickets if Texas faces Kansas in the finals.

 

I've touched bases with Williams and Blum, and they want to run with the "old dogs" one night during this trip.  Oh Boy.  I'd warn them, but college kids sometimes have to learn the hard way.  Who knows?  They ARE Cyclones, after all.  Maybe time has slowed our game enough that they'll be right there with us.  It's not as if we'd do something vicious like invite Mizzou fans to come out on the town with us. 

 

I'm going to try and do daily articles just like I did last year.  Hopefully we have some amusing adventures, and Lord willing, I'll even have some game analysis to report.  Go Cyclones.


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