Usually the start to my favorite stretch of the year ... "The road to Omaha".
I should be checking into the Doubletree off I-35, icing down a cooler of beer, chewing on seeds, staking down tents, setting up speakers ... getting ready to enjoy great baseball with great friends.
Depression is setting in.
Hopefully this sad state of affairs will light a fire under the program that will get us back to where we belong. A NCAA tournament without Texas should never happen. Ever.
This will be the first summer since 2002 that our group is not going to Omaha. I drove by the stadium this morning just for the hell of it ... wish I wouldn't have. She looks pathetic. I need a beer.