Earlier this week, temps in CoMo plummeted, almost like the town had just fast-forwarded right to winter. As I walked through campus in my Mizzou fleece and gloves, I second-guessed my decision to partake in the weekend’s festivities where I’d undoubtedly freeze my ass off.
But, my midwestern friends, if Mother Nature has taught us anything, it’s that she’s wildly chaotic and cannot be trusted. Not only will we not be freezing our asses off at the game, but we’ll be sweating to death instead. Didn’t you know? It’s summer… in late October.