Let us all take a moment to celebrate some athletic greatness in our region. There is not a one of us that doesn’t love the story of athletic dreams reaching the pinnacle of success and we got to experience that firsthand recently. While we all relish the academic accomplishments of our state institutions of higher learning, it is athletics that brings the masses together to celebrate what we call the student-athlete.
Yes, I’m talking about the University of Missouri. On Sunday, they took home two national championships. Yes, two. While other schools were driving around their town in a so called “parade,” Mizzou was hard at work on the playing field earning championships in both men’s and women’s play. As far as I can gather, no one had to go to jail for winning these championships, which is cool in comparison to sports where shoe company executives must do prison time as payment for winning championships.
Yes, Missouri won championships in both the Men’s and Women’s College Disc Golf. Stuff that in your pipe and smoke it. Parade details should be forthcoming, billboards to follow.
Any (both) of my loyal followers know that I moved recently. I’ve made the critical mistake of joining the neighborhood email chain. It is getting pretty dicey in my hood this week. Apparently, someone has allowed their dogs to do their business in “Mrs. Williams” yard area. “Mrs. Williams” has snapped a photo off her security cameras and shot it out on blast to the 280 members of our group. But, based on a subsequent email from Mrs. Williams, she may have sent out a pic of the wrong dog “perp.” As best I can gather, she put an innocent dog on the internet and accused him of crapping in her yard.
I can only assume the Innocence Project lawyers have been contacted.
Apparently, this posting of an innocent dog did not set well with the innocent dog owner and Mrs. Williams has issued an apology to the innocent dog via the email chain, but she remains unhappy with the dog she meant to send a photo of. It is all very complicated.
I feel for this innocent dog. I’ve been accused of much worse, but never had a photo of me doing my business put on email blast. I’m thankful for that. I’ll let you know if there is a GoFundMe for the innocent dog’s legal fees. Hang tight.
I had a small pity party for Foley this weekend. It dawned on me that the new mayor of Parkville will almost certainly be less entertaining than the past administration and for that I am sad. Please keep him in your prayers as we begin the post-Nan phase of Platte County history.
On the positive side, I have supreme confidence that new storylines will develop. History says so.
Speaking of insane, I just read a study that 6 of 10 Americans are not ready for the airline mask mandate to end. I want to meet those people. I think the government has permanently damaged our minds with COVID babble.
But, while government continues to haggle with masks, can I suggest that you simply take to the open road this summer? I really have no good travel recommendations for you except this one tidbit. If you have never been to a Buc-ee’s convenience store, it is worth the drive. Yes, a convenience store.
It is like one of the most incredible places on earth. I experienced my first one last month. It’s like Disneyworld for middle aged people that don’t get excited about much beyond normal. First of all, the bathrooms are clean, that’s a minor miracle in today’s world. But most of all it is like a smorgasbord of everything bad and good about truck stops. You can buy anything. It’s like a clean Walmart with decent food.
We stopped for gas, and I had to talk my wife out of buying a pair of pants and a generator. They have what looks like miles of beef jerky lined up perfectly in meat cases, they have pre-made burgers and sandwiches that you can grab, pay for, and eat as you walk out the door. It’s everything that is great and terrible about us as humans, all in one place. I highly recommend. They are primarily down south.
Based on my map reading, the closest one to us is in Fort Worth, Texas. Happy traveling.
(Guy Speckman can be reached at gspeckman@me.com or helping clear an innocent dog’s name)
