Hog Heaven

Before I left for Memphis, I had to get some tires put on the van, and these good old boys did the trick, same day. I had to go back, because I forgot to tell them to rotate one from the front to the back, and just at closing time, they were kind enough to stay around and switch it out. It was like NASCAR! Zip, boom, out the door.

The Natural State. Beauty in the morning at Dimante C.C. It's hard to get mad even when you hit a bad shot out here.

When you are in Arkansas, there isn't a whole hell of a lot to do, so when a Razorback game comes your way, you have to take it in. The police are well aware of that fact. We even ran into a road block on the way home in some town, population - 3, and there were twelve cop cars, no lie. You could have robbed the town blind after you got through the check point. They asked Bear if he had been drinking, twice. Probably because I looked like a terrorist sitting in the passenger seat.

Razor Red Tailgaing

On the way in, there is a hill that you can sit on for free and watch the game.

The sun going down on Vandy.

One of the fifty explosions after a score. At first it was shocking, but after about the twenty second one, it seemed commonplace.

Another Hog TD. Don't tell anyone, but I was secretly pulling for Vandy. After watching the game, the Vandy coach should be fired within the next year or so.

The game was a blast. Thanks to my surrogate dad, Terry Lee, for getting us the tickets!