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South Austin

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  1. Oh, that's right. No extra point or conversion to keep it at 44.
  2. If you make your travel plans far enough in advance (and I don't recall that it had to be that far out), you can get front row pretty easily, especially if you want to catch an early evening show and then grab a later dinner.
  3. I've done this twice, both times sitting right in the front row. It's such a great time. I don't think I'll ever get tired of it.
  4. That's crazy. I was at that game, and remember Major taking a knee when we could have easily scored toward the end of the game to pile on, just to keep the Texas score at No. 44. I also remember it because I had broken off an engagement, and then three days later was 9/11. It was a weird time for me.
  5. I got the shit kicked out of me in Wisconsin once, forget it!
  6. Graham Harmon and Billy Liucci need to team up and fight crime together.
  7. We went to GW Fins a couple trips ago. The food was outstanding, and as good as other posters on this thread had hyped (scalibut kicks ass). But we didn't think the ambience was all that great, and the restaurant had the look of any other unremarkable restaurant you'd find in Plano. I thought it also had a bit of a douchy vibe that I don't get in many other New Orleans restaurants. But, I need to get past that and go there again.
  8. I keep waiting for Ashton Kutcher to jump from behind Graham Harmon and letting us all know we've been punked.
  9. Follow up: Ned's having surgery on Friday. From what I've read, 75% of surgeries to correct OCD are successful, with dogs no longer experiencing lameness after recovery, so fingers crossed this works. It sucks, because in early January he had two weeks of exercise restriction to recover from neutering, and now he'll need closer to four weeks of crate rest, which is tough on a one-year-old large dog who craves a lot of physical activity. He'll be doped up on Trazodone for much of it to keep him chill and off the healing shoulder as much as possible. Poor guy. Looking forward to running with him in the backyard again.
  10. Rayon and polyester is where it's at.
  11. Trade war, huh, good god, what is it good for? Absolutely nothing, say it again.
  12. So fucking infuriating. My son will start high school in August, and I'm worried about a rough four years. At least my oldest is in college, far away from this fucking place.
  13. Those hockey losses will hurt for a long time.
  14. For about the past 4 years or so my financial advisor has been parking a good chunk of my year-end partner distribution into a stock account that has done quite well. He told me to deposit this year's distribution into my money market account, because he doesn't have a good feeling about the stock market, at least in the first year of this wonderful new administration. This week should be fun.
  15. Same. I would've been fine if Season 3 was the end. But I fucking loved this show, and I thought each season had its own hilariously unique storyline, so it didn't feel like recycled plot lines and jokes. Hoping Season 4 is the same.
  16. Beer and pork rinds.
  17. I really don't dislike the Eagles as a team or any of their players. But I just can't bring myself to root for any sports team supported by people who live in and around the city of Philadelphia.
  18. But he made up for it by landing Tyrone Swoopes.
  19. When my son was about 6 or 7, he was riding in the back seat and would not shut the fuck up about Ninjago. He went on nonstop about characters, storylines, and all that shit, oblivious to the fact that I wasn’t engaging with him. I had music on, and started cracking up the volume full blast hoping he would stop, or at least the music might drown him out a bit, but he just kept talking. I felt a little bad about that, but I just couldn’t take one more goddamn minute of Ninjago,
  20. Unfortunately, no. I just never got them out of their urban/suburban Austin setting to go fishing. One of my regrets in life, I guess.
  21. Edit: I will answer your post. At a dinner party and only have time for a pithy gif.
  22. My dad and I had a strained relationship for most of my childhood. I knew he loved me, but he had trouble showing affection, as most men of his generation did, and as a 6’4” Marine, his presence could be intimidating at times. His job was incredibly demanding, so he was gone a lot. He left for work before I got up, usually came home just as we started dinner, and would go to bed by 9pm. He worked a lot of Saturdays. And he was deployed overseas several times. Two tours in Okinawa, one for a year and another for six months, a few months on a ship in the Pacific when my kid brother was born, 4 months cold weather training in Norway, 8 months my junior year in The Persian Gulf War. Every time he came home it almost felt like having to get to know him all over again. And we moved every 2-3 years, which was rough on me as a kid. Still, I loved having a Marine as a dad, and was proud as hell of him. He won the Silver Star in Vietnam, and had several infantry commands over the course of his career: platoon commander, company commander, battalion commander and regimental commander. I loved growing up on Marine Corps bases, surrounded by uniformed Marines, stopping on the road for a tank crossing, and seeing helicopters fly overhead on a regular basis. Dad retired from active duty after 27 years as a full-bird Colonel, and moved us to Texas for his post-Marine career. For whatever reason, as soon as I left for college, our relationship changed, and we became great friends. I enjoyed spending time with him, and for about 25 years, he was my tailgate buddy at Longhorn football games. He retired from his civilian job in 2010 and moved to Georgetown 40 minutes away from me, so he and my mom have been a constant presence in their grandkids’ lives. Since he wasn’t around for most of my childhood, he didn’t teach me all that much. But he taught me two things for which I’m grateful. The first is fishing. His dad taught him how to fish growing up in Oregon, and he taught me at an early age. I learned from him how to cast a net and catch a bunch of minnows, and filet them for bait. When he was deployed, I’d take my gear, bike to the neighborhood pier, and fish by myself for hours, feeling like my dad’s son. Unfortunately I haven’t fished for years, but those are some of the best memories I have as a kid. The second thing he taught me was how to make people laugh on a regular basis. I think his unofficial rule was to make somebody laugh every day, usually at his expense. He has a gift for self-deprecating humor, and it rubbed off on me. Oh, and he was a hell of an athlete. He played offensive tackle, defensive lineman, and punter for a state champion football team, he was a power forward, and he attended Oregon State on a baseball scholarship. Those genes passed me by. He turned 80 last March, and he seems to be fading faster. He has more trouble getting around. Usually I have to help him to and from the car when he comes over for visits. And he regularly tells me the same story about 2-3 times in a single phone call. He’s still very much The Colonel (the name I’ve affectionately called him since adulthood). But I’m afraid my time with him is shorter, and I know that, like Brisket, it’s going to be so fucking hard when he’s gone. I’m thankful for these days I have with him in my life. Semper Fi, Dad.
  23. Goddamn, you fuckers are making me cry.
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