migblog

i got back from the kansas roadtrip approximately ten hours ago. what i did can be summarized as so: eat, sleep, play, and leave.

eat. of the many places in overland park, kansas to eat at, we opted for the buzz that surrounded the kc masterpiece restaurant. there was an overload of food. and instead of napkins, they gave us towels. there was so much meat and barbecue sauce that it felt as if i were in an episode of rawhide or something. not to mention the fact that pat and i were the only people with enough melanin in our skin to make it look as if we were the ones cooked.

sleep. i caught up on my sleep that i had been lacking these past three weeks. according to pat, i slept for sixteen hours. i woke up an hour before we had to check out of the hotel. and on the way there, i slept on most of the plane ride and the bus ride, and on the way back, the plane ride was me conked out next to hiro.

play. the game was good. it was supposed to be on neutral territory, but you know, a thirty-minute drive over to another state really doesn't make a difference when there's thirty of you and fifty thousand of them. however, we did sound much bigger than kansas state's three hundred-member strong marching band. all in all, not a shabby game considering we were ranked fifty-fourth, and they were ranked fifth.

leave. boy, am i glad i'm back in california.

now that i think about it, even though it would be an awesome goal to visit all fifty states, i have a feeling i won't miss out on much if i skip middle america. especially when there's belligerent drunk adults taunting your school as "cal state." (if you're going to taunt us, at the very least, please, get it right.) or the drunk bitch making chinky eye gestures towards the dance team. there was one guy who wanted to take a picture with our dance team, but the aforementioned dumb bitch pushed him away by saying, "no, they're all chinese; they can't understand a fucking word of english." (note also that they wouldn't have been able to punctuate that sentence correctly by themselves.)

there was a nice feeling of superiority when they showed university ads. berkeley's was up first; it showed the campanile and the promise of the number one public university in the world and what it meant to us. then kansas state's came on, "the most recommended university" for academic purposes. hmm. did they recommend them to that school since they couldn't get in to cal? the resounding answer? at the end of the day, my wife isn't my sister, and i go back home to california. it was good to feel better than them.

i feel that those fans need to apologize to us. (they really do.) but you know, it's partly k-state's fault for selling alcohol at a college football game. and the very fact that we were in kansas city, missouri. there's really nothing anyone can do about anything now; the moment's passed, and we'll never see those sons of bitches ever again. the saving grace of the roadtrip? anyone else who was sober was amazingly respectful and polite in kansas. the fans who commended us afterwards of a great game played, of sportsmanship rather than egotistical inflation, those people are awesome. the band, well, who could ask for more when you have three hundred people wearing purple shorts and dinkles?

kansas, i won't miss you much. but i will remember you forever.

posted by Open Source Food @ 1:42 PM