FAROUT FIELD AT THE UNIVERSITY OF MISSOURI
COLUMBIA, MISSOURI
The 2009 CFN Board Meeting took place in Columbia, Missouri in the Zou. The best option for me to get there was to drive down from the Twin Cities. Since the Land Yacht (my 1990 Buick Park Avenue) is no longer fit to travel further than AAA will tow it home, I rented a car at the MSP airport. I've rented with Alamo before, and I was secretly hoping to get one of their Chargers, since all of their Chrysler vehicles come equipped with satellite radio. When driving across Iowa, you need all the help you can get. Alas, there were no Chargers there, so I settled on a fire engine red Impala.
The drive to KC was uneventful, aside from the fact that it started to rain shortly after crossing into Iowa, turned into a heavy, heavy downpour around Mason City, and didn't let off until about 60-70 miles into Missouri. I also found out that this particular Impala has a TINY gas tank. When I filled up at Osceola, Iowa, it took 11 gallons and change with the gas light on. The trip was also broken up by a couple of phone calls from Gatorama, and I humored him with ancedotes about what us Minnesotans think of Iowa.
The rain broke, I wandered around the Kansas side of Kansas City for a bit, and found my way to KSULady's house. There I interrupted a furious game of Catch Phrase between KSULady, razorchique, LilDawg, and ElTigreRex. I think "Not lobster" was something clue that came up before I got there, and it was cracking the ladies up something fierce. After a while, KSULady had to go get BurntEyes from the airport. After their return and the obligatory exchange of pleasantries, everyone who hadn't already starting drinking continued with gusto. Both TK and Burnie polished off a substantial portion of liters of whisky, TK preferring Irish to Burnie's Scotch (or do I have that turned around?).
Friday morning dawned cool, windy, and with most folks vicously hung over. KSULady made her self-proclaimed world famous biscuits and gravy, which shook us out of it, and then I left for the airport to make some pickups. First it was to Terminal 1 to pick up the one and only Traveling WolverGator, Gatorama. Then it was over to Terminal 3 and the Continental gates to pick up our newly married UTErin. It is clear that the Kansas City airport was designed as an O&D airport, as transferring planes here would be a major pain the neck, and would require a wholesale rebuild if it wanted to be a substantial hub.
Anyhow, I called back to the house, and MextheDog hadn't arrived yet from Oklahoma. So we headed back down I-635 to KSULady's house, where all the perpetrators that were going to go to Columbia were assembled. We stopped at a Kwik Trip to get gas and beer, and then we were off for Columbia. I thought that I-70 between Kansas City and Columbia is a lot like I-94 across northwestern Wisconsin. Rolling country, lots of trees, and the colors were very pretty.
Before arriving in Columbia, we stopped at a winery in Rochefort. This is one of KSULady's favorite places to go in Missouri, and it lived up to it's reputation. Burnie had a Bloody Mary that was a meal in a glass, but the rest of us had slightly more standard fare. The food was excellent, and considering they called themselves a winery bistro, their food was actually reasonably priced. The setting was also fabulous. It was on a bluff overlooking the valley of the Missouri River, the fall colors were at their peak, and the company was good. While we were there, we received several strange glances from folks wearing Mizzou gear, and it wasn't until we were on our way out that someone asked who we were, and what were we doing there.
We then drove over to the A-frame, which is a little further along on the property. Seems that this was the original point of sale for the winery when it first opened in the mid 80s. While there, we change up the distribution among people in cars, so that the right people are going to the right hotels. Gator and I are the only ones in our car the rest of the way into Columbia. Upon arrival into Columbia, we decide to take a drive down to the stadium and campus before we get set up at the hotel. We travel around Stadium Blvd. until we reach the athletic complex.
You wouldn't know that Farout Field is there if you weren't looking for it. It sits in an unassuming hollow below the main campus. The stadium itself is nothing more than Vanderbilt Stadium but with a slightly larger capacity and four light towers in the corners. I was thoroughly unimpressed by my illicit hop through the gates. Next, we drove into and through the campus, and lo and behold we find the Mizzou Bookstore. After kniving for a parking spot, we go in there and find all Mizzou gear 25% off! Yes, everything. I pick up a nice sweatshirt on sale and Gator gets some postcards. I find that the bookstore is EXTREMELY busy for a Friday afternoon, but I don't think anything of it.
After all of this, we find our way out to our Holiday Inn Express on the outskirts of town, rest, resupply from a nearby liquor store, and go to the hotel where everyone else is staying. Mr. and Mrs. 847Badgerfan have arrived, and despite Badge feeling a bit under the weather, are ready to hit the town. Since there are sufficient board members to make a quorum, the Board Meeting is called to order. We go to the bar in the restaurant adjacent to the hotel, which has the bartender completely unprepared for our arrival. Our first round of the evening complete, we go over to Harpo's. This place is the quintessential college bar, with lots of Mizzou, Chiefs, and Cardinals memorabilia on the wall. We get props from several different groups as we get some drinks and food. Beer was being sold in souvenir plastic cups, and I shove two of them into my hoodie to take home.
We saw a dueling piano bar on the way over to Harpo's, but it wasn't open when we went by the first time. When we came back, it was open, and it was a great time. The best part of the weekend occurred here. About 11:00, a section of the Marching Mizzou came into the already-packed bar. This was about a basketball-sized pep band, and they played a spread of Mizzou music, including what sounded like their main fight song, a few other traditional songs, and the Missouri Waltz. Also, a band designed to fill Mizzou Arena with noise is REALLY REALLY LOUD when jammed into a bar. I thoroughly enjoyed having my hearing destroyed. Not long after this, we headed back over to the hotel and called it a night, but not before having some chaser beers.
Saturday morning dawned clear and gorgeous, after the previous evening's cold, wet, murky weather. Lots of Mizzou gear in the breakfast bar. About 9:00 we head into town, and find a parade going on! Seems this is Mizzou's homecoming weekend, which would explain why the bookstore was so crazy crowded. They were also having a parade, which made parking downtown a near-impossible situation. I end up dropping off Gator at the hotel, then parking in a ramp half a mile from the hotel. Mizzou claims to be the origin of what is considered homecoming, although I've heard the same claim come from Baylor and Illinois. Either way, I found it strange that just about every business in town had some sort of Greek letters taped to the outside wall or painted on the windows. What was that supposed to mean? Are Greeks not from those houses persona non grata in that establishment during that week?
Anyway, we end up at the Fieldhouse, the bar next to the hotel, to catch the 11:00 games. I seem to have a knack for running into people from Minnesota, as I talked with two more from Bloomington after seeing another one from Eagan the previous evening. All of us were watching the early games, me watching the Gopher offense go nowhere, razorchique seeing her Hogs fumble the game away at Ole Miss, and to everyone's shock, the Blenderbirds knock off Nebraska.
After the conclusion of the early games, some people go back to the hotel to rest, and I go with UTErin and KSULady on a walkaround of downtown Columbia. Downtown Columbia is a lot like downtown Boulder in that it had a quirky feel to it. I managed to keep up with Erin and KSULady for about 45 minutes, until I've been in one too many shops with a strong smell of incense. I go back and doze off in Erin's room until everyone comes back and decides to go over to a tailgate near the stadium. Badge and Gator stay in the hotel, and the rest of us head to the stadium.
Mizzou has a pleasantly surprisingly nice, and large, campus. Once we get down to the south mall spreading out from what looks like the original state capitol building, the tailgating starts up hot and heavy. What they were cooking smelled AMAZING, considering that I didn't order any substantial food while at the bar. Razorchique's boss was tailgating in an RV on the far side of the stadium. On the way down there, we were followed for several blocks by a Mizzou student with a strange motive. On our way to the stadium, TigerKing is wearing his Auburn gear. This student comes up to TK and tells him something to the effect of "sorry, man, but I'm a bama fan, and roll tide." And he follows us, arguing with TK the whole time, for the better part of six blocks, before we hit the main parking lots and he stumbles off somewhere. Recall this is not the first time that TK has been accosted at one of these things. Two years ago in Austin a man who was falling-down-drunk tried to jump him at a souvenir stand, and we had the Banshee Bammer at Sam's Place in Nashville.
Once we get shaken loose from the bammer, we go under the Stadium Blvd tunnel, and around the west side of the stadium. We find Tracy's boss, then another friend of hers who was there. It was then gametime. I was supposed to sit next to Burnie in the Texas section, but he went back to the hotel right before the bammer fan accosted us. Everyone else had tickets together behind the Texas bench in the north end zone. I go into the stadium, and am seated behind the Texas road band. Again, their band is a basketball-sized section.
I am aware that this was homecoming, and you have to have the alumni band in cahoots with the regular band, but do you REALLY need them to do the whole pre-game march stuff? Also, could the announcer for their performance be any more depressing than he is? If there was any energy in the stadium, that guy proceeded to pull all of it out of the crowd, so that by the time the Tigers came out of the south tunnel, it was DEAD DEAD DEAD in there.
Granted, the team didn't give the crowd anything to cheer about. The Longhorns had a whuppin' on their minds, and they wasted no time administering one. Mizzou had one long drive, but otherwise a selection of three-and-outs and turnovers. It was 35-7 at the half, with the game not being nearly as close as the score indicated. People were streaming towards the exits. I thought it was for obvious reasons, but I also learned that Mizzou is an open-gate stadium. So long as you get stamped and have a ticket stub, you can come and go as you please. This is the only stadium that I know of where you can do this.
I go over to meet the others where they are seated. We decide to leave and go back to the hotel, and we're not the only ones who do. Upon arrival, the food that Badge brought from Palatine is ready, and we eat and watch the end of the ESPN games, and find that the Iowa Yellow Chickens escape East Lansing at the bell. Mex, razor, and Burnie are in the first car back to KC in the morning, and they'll be gone early, so they bid everyone adieu. The rest of us hang around Badge's hotel room until it's clear that Arizona State is going to get curb-stomped on the Farm. Then we bid farewell to Mr. and Mrs. Badge (they leave for Chicago early in the morning), and it's back to the hotel.
Sunday morning finds us checked out of the Holiday Inn Express and back at the downtown hotel to say farewell to TK and the ladies. Gator and I are the next car to go back to KC, as his flight is at 2:30 and I want to be back in Minneapolis before midnight. I drop Gator off at the airport, then get on 35 to make the long, boring drive across Iowa back to Minnesota.
I really love this bunch of crazy folks. We come from all walks of life, but yet join up to feed our common interest and passion for college football. Plus we have a drink or six while we're there. It's really a good time, and you should come to this if we're in your neck of the woods.
GR
The drive to KC was uneventful, aside from the fact that it started to rain shortly after crossing into Iowa, turned into a heavy, heavy downpour around Mason City, and didn't let off until about 60-70 miles into Missouri. I also found out that this particular Impala has a TINY gas tank. When I filled up at Osceola, Iowa, it took 11 gallons and change with the gas light on. The trip was also broken up by a couple of phone calls from Gatorama, and I humored him with ancedotes about what us Minnesotans think of Iowa.
The rain broke, I wandered around the Kansas side of Kansas City for a bit, and found my way to KSULady's house. There I interrupted a furious game of Catch Phrase between KSULady, razorchique, LilDawg, and ElTigreRex. I think "Not lobster" was something clue that came up before I got there, and it was cracking the ladies up something fierce. After a while, KSULady had to go get BurntEyes from the airport. After their return and the obligatory exchange of pleasantries, everyone who hadn't already starting drinking continued with gusto. Both TK and Burnie polished off a substantial portion of liters of whisky, TK preferring Irish to Burnie's Scotch (or do I have that turned around?).
Friday morning dawned cool, windy, and with most folks vicously hung over. KSULady made her self-proclaimed world famous biscuits and gravy, which shook us out of it, and then I left for the airport to make some pickups. First it was to Terminal 1 to pick up the one and only Traveling WolverGator, Gatorama. Then it was over to Terminal 3 and the Continental gates to pick up our newly married UTErin. It is clear that the Kansas City airport was designed as an O&D airport, as transferring planes here would be a major pain the neck, and would require a wholesale rebuild if it wanted to be a substantial hub.
Anyhow, I called back to the house, and MextheDog hadn't arrived yet from Oklahoma. So we headed back down I-635 to KSULady's house, where all the perpetrators that were going to go to Columbia were assembled. We stopped at a Kwik Trip to get gas and beer, and then we were off for Columbia. I thought that I-70 between Kansas City and Columbia is a lot like I-94 across northwestern Wisconsin. Rolling country, lots of trees, and the colors were very pretty.
Before arriving in Columbia, we stopped at a winery in Rochefort. This is one of KSULady's favorite places to go in Missouri, and it lived up to it's reputation. Burnie had a Bloody Mary that was a meal in a glass, but the rest of us had slightly more standard fare. The food was excellent, and considering they called themselves a winery bistro, their food was actually reasonably priced. The setting was also fabulous. It was on a bluff overlooking the valley of the Missouri River, the fall colors were at their peak, and the company was good. While we were there, we received several strange glances from folks wearing Mizzou gear, and it wasn't until we were on our way out that someone asked who we were, and what were we doing there.
We then drove over to the A-frame, which is a little further along on the property. Seems that this was the original point of sale for the winery when it first opened in the mid 80s. While there, we change up the distribution among people in cars, so that the right people are going to the right hotels. Gator and I are the only ones in our car the rest of the way into Columbia. Upon arrival into Columbia, we decide to take a drive down to the stadium and campus before we get set up at the hotel. We travel around Stadium Blvd. until we reach the athletic complex.
You wouldn't know that Farout Field is there if you weren't looking for it. It sits in an unassuming hollow below the main campus. The stadium itself is nothing more than Vanderbilt Stadium but with a slightly larger capacity and four light towers in the corners. I was thoroughly unimpressed by my illicit hop through the gates. Next, we drove into and through the campus, and lo and behold we find the Mizzou Bookstore. After kniving for a parking spot, we go in there and find all Mizzou gear 25% off! Yes, everything. I pick up a nice sweatshirt on sale and Gator gets some postcards. I find that the bookstore is EXTREMELY busy for a Friday afternoon, but I don't think anything of it.
After all of this, we find our way out to our Holiday Inn Express on the outskirts of town, rest, resupply from a nearby liquor store, and go to the hotel where everyone else is staying. Mr. and Mrs. 847Badgerfan have arrived, and despite Badge feeling a bit under the weather, are ready to hit the town. Since there are sufficient board members to make a quorum, the Board Meeting is called to order. We go to the bar in the restaurant adjacent to the hotel, which has the bartender completely unprepared for our arrival. Our first round of the evening complete, we go over to Harpo's. This place is the quintessential college bar, with lots of Mizzou, Chiefs, and Cardinals memorabilia on the wall. We get props from several different groups as we get some drinks and food. Beer was being sold in souvenir plastic cups, and I shove two of them into my hoodie to take home.
We saw a dueling piano bar on the way over to Harpo's, but it wasn't open when we went by the first time. When we came back, it was open, and it was a great time. The best part of the weekend occurred here. About 11:00, a section of the Marching Mizzou came into the already-packed bar. This was about a basketball-sized pep band, and they played a spread of Mizzou music, including what sounded like their main fight song, a few other traditional songs, and the Missouri Waltz. Also, a band designed to fill Mizzou Arena with noise is REALLY REALLY LOUD when jammed into a bar. I thoroughly enjoyed having my hearing destroyed. Not long after this, we headed back over to the hotel and called it a night, but not before having some chaser beers.
Saturday morning dawned clear and gorgeous, after the previous evening's cold, wet, murky weather. Lots of Mizzou gear in the breakfast bar. About 9:00 we head into town, and find a parade going on! Seems this is Mizzou's homecoming weekend, which would explain why the bookstore was so crazy crowded. They were also having a parade, which made parking downtown a near-impossible situation. I end up dropping off Gator at the hotel, then parking in a ramp half a mile from the hotel. Mizzou claims to be the origin of what is considered homecoming, although I've heard the same claim come from Baylor and Illinois. Either way, I found it strange that just about every business in town had some sort of Greek letters taped to the outside wall or painted on the windows. What was that supposed to mean? Are Greeks not from those houses persona non grata in that establishment during that week?
Anyway, we end up at the Fieldhouse, the bar next to the hotel, to catch the 11:00 games. I seem to have a knack for running into people from Minnesota, as I talked with two more from Bloomington after seeing another one from Eagan the previous evening. All of us were watching the early games, me watching the Gopher offense go nowhere, razorchique seeing her Hogs fumble the game away at Ole Miss, and to everyone's shock, the Blenderbirds knock off Nebraska.
After the conclusion of the early games, some people go back to the hotel to rest, and I go with UTErin and KSULady on a walkaround of downtown Columbia. Downtown Columbia is a lot like downtown Boulder in that it had a quirky feel to it. I managed to keep up with Erin and KSULady for about 45 minutes, until I've been in one too many shops with a strong smell of incense. I go back and doze off in Erin's room until everyone comes back and decides to go over to a tailgate near the stadium. Badge and Gator stay in the hotel, and the rest of us head to the stadium.
Mizzou has a pleasantly surprisingly nice, and large, campus. Once we get down to the south mall spreading out from what looks like the original state capitol building, the tailgating starts up hot and heavy. What they were cooking smelled AMAZING, considering that I didn't order any substantial food while at the bar. Razorchique's boss was tailgating in an RV on the far side of the stadium. On the way down there, we were followed for several blocks by a Mizzou student with a strange motive. On our way to the stadium, TigerKing is wearing his Auburn gear. This student comes up to TK and tells him something to the effect of "sorry, man, but I'm a bama fan, and roll tide." And he follows us, arguing with TK the whole time, for the better part of six blocks, before we hit the main parking lots and he stumbles off somewhere. Recall this is not the first time that TK has been accosted at one of these things. Two years ago in Austin a man who was falling-down-drunk tried to jump him at a souvenir stand, and we had the Banshee Bammer at Sam's Place in Nashville.
Once we get shaken loose from the bammer, we go under the Stadium Blvd tunnel, and around the west side of the stadium. We find Tracy's boss, then another friend of hers who was there. It was then gametime. I was supposed to sit next to Burnie in the Texas section, but he went back to the hotel right before the bammer fan accosted us. Everyone else had tickets together behind the Texas bench in the north end zone. I go into the stadium, and am seated behind the Texas road band. Again, their band is a basketball-sized section.
I am aware that this was homecoming, and you have to have the alumni band in cahoots with the regular band, but do you REALLY need them to do the whole pre-game march stuff? Also, could the announcer for their performance be any more depressing than he is? If there was any energy in the stadium, that guy proceeded to pull all of it out of the crowd, so that by the time the Tigers came out of the south tunnel, it was DEAD DEAD DEAD in there.
Granted, the team didn't give the crowd anything to cheer about. The Longhorns had a whuppin' on their minds, and they wasted no time administering one. Mizzou had one long drive, but otherwise a selection of three-and-outs and turnovers. It was 35-7 at the half, with the game not being nearly as close as the score indicated. People were streaming towards the exits. I thought it was for obvious reasons, but I also learned that Mizzou is an open-gate stadium. So long as you get stamped and have a ticket stub, you can come and go as you please. This is the only stadium that I know of where you can do this.
I go over to meet the others where they are seated. We decide to leave and go back to the hotel, and we're not the only ones who do. Upon arrival, the food that Badge brought from Palatine is ready, and we eat and watch the end of the ESPN games, and find that the Iowa Yellow Chickens escape East Lansing at the bell. Mex, razor, and Burnie are in the first car back to KC in the morning, and they'll be gone early, so they bid everyone adieu. The rest of us hang around Badge's hotel room until it's clear that Arizona State is going to get curb-stomped on the Farm. Then we bid farewell to Mr. and Mrs. Badge (they leave for Chicago early in the morning), and it's back to the hotel.
Sunday morning finds us checked out of the Holiday Inn Express and back at the downtown hotel to say farewell to TK and the ladies. Gator and I are the next car to go back to KC, as his flight is at 2:30 and I want to be back in Minneapolis before midnight. I drop Gator off at the airport, then get on 35 to make the long, boring drive across Iowa back to Minnesota.
I really love this bunch of crazy folks. We come from all walks of life, but yet join up to feed our common interest and passion for college football. Plus we have a drink or six while we're there. It's really a good time, and you should come to this if we're in your neck of the woods.
GR
