…And my reactions therein….
Also not that it really has any real bearing on the topic, but if I never have to go through the Safety Corridor in New Mexico ever again, I will be a happy, happy, happy girl! (And this is noting that I already had to drive through it one more time than I really wanted to…) I don’t even know how driving 45 mph through New Mexico is faster than any other route… But apparently it is. Never again.
As for old Big 12 haunts…
I admittedly kept myself busy throughout college and didn’t make it to any road games (you can also read that as I was working because I had no money to do these things, tomatoes and tomatoes I guess). Although on an entirely separate pre-college excursion, I had made it to Iowa State’s campus.
That should have taught me something.
We spent our first night in Texas in Lubbock en route to San Antonio. Larissa rolled her nose at it, and I kept trying to defend Lubbock with “Well, it’s home to a BCS AQ-conference school, so it can’t be so bad.” In reality, all the buildings were dilapidated and the entire time there, it seemed like a bit of a ghost town. It reminded me of Pueblo, really… And that’s not a good thing. I read somewhere once of Texas A&Mians… A&Mites? Aggies? Let’s go with that… I read somewhere once of Texas A&M Aggies calling Lubbock “a barren stretch of dirt some West Texans call a city.” And I do apologize, Lubbock, and I don’t mean to judge too much, but when the Pacific Ocean is your backdrop to age three and the Rocky Mountains are your backdrop from that point onward, it’s kind of hard not to judge and agree… at least a little… (and I’m sure I’ve complained about the “mountains” of Pennsylvania here before while we’re on the topic of judging based on landscapes). So, Lubbock, one Big 12 haunt I am glad to have not visited in college. We did eat a nice dinner at a cool restaurant though, so at least there’s that.
On our way up to stop by HQ on the way back, we drove through Austin. It was pretty nice from the car window, I suppose, and I do need to visit Melissa before she leaves Austin, so I guess I will hold my judgement on it until at least then.
We also drove through Waco on our way up to HQ. I had been taking a cat nap at the time and was awoken by “Oh, look how pretty the campus is, look how pretty the campus is!” And the rest of the town… kind of barren, boring dirt. But it wasn’t dilapidated, so there’s a step up on Lubbock, I guess. I did have a funny conversation with Anthony after the fact.
“So I was taking a nap and they woke me up to tell me how pretty Baylor’s campus is. Maybe I wanted to sleep through Waco.”
“Read this:
‘Tortilla Tossing: Wacoans have created a game consisting of tossing tortillas from the bridge aiming to hit a concrete pillar stationed in the Brazos River. Learning the art of tossing the tortilla is much more difficult than it first appears and keeps players continually coming back to the bridge.’
Supposedly, guys that make the shot marry a Baylor girl and vice versa.”
“I’m not sure what you’re trying to tell me.”
“That’s probably one of the only reasons to go to Waco.”
“I see… Tortilla tossing, very lucrative use of your time.”
So there’s that…
Final consensus on old Big 12 haunts in Texas: Austin might be worth seeing. Otherwise, eh. And I didn’t even make it to College Station, though I can assure you it probably wouldn’t change my opinion… Sorry, I’m not sorry Texas A&M.
Tomorrow! The other towns we drove through and why Jason Aldean is a crock pot.