The day started in Lawrence, kansas. For the love of God, please stay with me.
On the evening of December 28, I lay in bed of my AirBnB thinking of how strange it was that for Mizzou’s biggest bowl game in a decade, I’d be spending the day in Lawrence of all places. Don’t blame me for having family ties in the area — it’s part of who I am.
When kickoff time came around, I happened to be on the road back home, my wonderful wife taking the evening drive shift so I could watch the game.