Here’s a recap of my weekend in Dallas and Los Angeles last weekend. When the Rock Chalk Sports talk radio show planned this weekend, Kansas football looked like they had a good shot at getting to the Big 12 football championship game, and a UCLA-Kansas matchup looked like a big time game on national TV.
Well, it didn’t quite work that way, did it kids? The KU football team forgot how to win, and UCLA turned their team into the laughing stock of the PAC 10 by losing to Long beach state, Portland (state?), and a cal state school. Yikes. I know the football team will recover, and as much as I could care less about UCLA, I hope they recover too.
Anyway, we had a trip planned, and dammit, we were gonna go on that trip! It was the anchor that keeps the Rock Chalk Sports Talk team running smooth, Brian Hanni, co-host and KU legend Bud “the stud” Stallworth, 23rd street brewery’s Matt Llewellen (who arranged the trip) myself, plus contest winners Steve and Carla.
The Dallas Cowboys stadium is, to put it in the parlance of our times, ridonkulous! We had 3rd tier seats on the 30 yard line, and the seats were really good! If people stood up in front of me, I would just watch the biggest tv in the world to see the action. (I know, I could have stood up too, but that would have indicated that I actually cared about who won)
Again, I didn’t care who won, but the outcome was complete crap. There’s no way it’s fair to put time back on the clock in a championship game to give a team a chance to win the game. Let the players decide the outcome, not the refs. If they messed up, they messed up, but the time expired, and reviewing it was wrong.
Anyway, backing up, on Friday night Dallas jumped up and bit me! I was feeling a little rough on Saturday before the game, so I stayed in bed till about 1. After the game on Sat, Dallas tried to take another swing at me, but I took the punch and kept fighting! I love that city! Thank you Dallas, once again, for your hospitality and good times!
Sunday morning, jumped on the plane to L.A., and immediately went to sleep. Best flight I can not remember in a long time! Woke up on landing and a stewardess (what’s so bad about that word, anyway?) gave me a glass of water. Much needed. When I walked out to the shuttle stop to get the shuttle to the hotel, which by the way is across the freaking street from LAX but has no walkway to get to, I waited. Then a shuttle came up that said hotel shuttle on it. I asked the driver, and he said, “it’s the blue one.” Cool, thanks. Then a blue one came up. “not this blue one, it’s the next one.” The next blue one came up. The driver recognized me and asked why I didn’t have a limo picking me up. “The hotel is across the street” was my answer. He was cool, and said it would be the one that says Westin LAX on it, despite the fact I was going to a Radisson. Ok, So I’ve been waiting for about 30 min out here in sunny LA, and by the way it’s freaking cold! Then a shuttle that says, “Radisson” on it drives up. YES! Finally! The driver says, no, I drive to the culver city Radisson, not the LAX one. “And what is the correct shuttle?” “the blue one” is the simple reply. GREAT. The next shuttle came up. It was blue, it said Westin, and it stopped by the shuttle for local hotels shuttle stop. With the information the previous driver gave me, I figured this was the shuttle, finally. Wrong. The driver mumbled something after “no, this isn’t the right shuttle” but I wasn’t listening anymore. I was steaming. Not only was I extremely tired from Dallas, cold, and had turned down a ride from the rest of the crew that had just been picked up at another terminal, not wanting to have them have to circle around to get me, but I was also very embarrassed that maybe I was the dumbest man on the planet that I couldn’t get on a shuttle to take me ACROSS THE FREAKING STREET! And yes, I’m aware that was a run-on sentence from hell.
So, I turned around and got in a taxi.
If you’re still reading, I’ll be brief, since I wouldn’t be reading anymore, either. Went to the UCLA game, we won an ugly game, I saw lots of KU fans, both familiar and unfamiliar. Then on Monday I went home after I slept for about 10 hours. The end.
