Lucky Seventeen

What a challenging year to be a Hog fan.  We started with a close then not so close game in Auburn and then a few solid victories over non-SEC schools.  Riley got to witness her first full Razorback game!

Then we headed to the Big D for the resurrection of one of my favorite Razorback traditions - the Southwest Classic.  What's not to love about a game in Cowboys Stadium complete with a Cowboyrita or three?

Riley also got to meet Jerry Jones - way cool.

(PICS TO COME...As soon as Mom texts them to me.)

But a little piece of me died during that overtime loss, and losing to Alabama 14-13 the next game did nothing to help my spirits.  With two close games against ranked opponents we went into the Georgia game with optimism.

Turns out Georgia is much better than we are, and I spent a whole quarter and half time looking for a changing table in War Memorial.  Not cool.  We won homecoming and marched into Starkville to play #1 Mississippi State with a 16 game SEC losing streak and a chip on our shoulder.  But yet again things didn't go our way and we lost by a touchdown.  After a week off, my least favorite team in all of sports - that's right, more than the Philadelphia Eagles - Lousiana State University came to Fayetteville.  We're in the middle of a cold snap and kickoff was 7PM, so it took some real troopers to attend this game.  Fortunately, I know a few.

A crowd of over 70,000 people stayed until 10:30PM in 30 degree weather to see our Arkansas Razorbacks beat #17 LSU to snap a 17 game SEC losing streak by a score of 17-0.  The team charged across the field as time ran out to seize the Golden Boot trophy and the crowd stormed the field to celebrate.

If I had to wait 17 SEC games to see the Hogs win, I am extremely happy that it happened in Fayetteville against a ranked LSU - couldn't be sweeter.  Here's hoping we win out and head back to and Eddie Money concert...I mean the Liberty Bowl!  Go Hogs!

All Hail the Queen

You know what I completely forgot to celebrate with you?  I can't believe it - this happened about a month and a half ago.

That's right - The Lowe Down (with a Deion Sanders avatar, no less) won the family Fantasy Football league.

And then I ordered myself a trophy.  It's not as big as the one Ryan was awarded last year, but it'll do pig.

You'll be pleased to know that I had almost no Cowboys on my team, and I attribute my win to that.  Chris Smith put up a heck of a fight at the end - I started sweating it - but The Lowe Down pulled through.  Here's hoping the Lowe dynasty stands strong next year.

What's Yo Fantasy

Obsession time.  No, no.  Settle down.  This isn't one of those posts.  This is about fantasy football.

I was asked to join a  fantasy football team at work.  Initially I scoffed at the idea.  I am a Cowboys fan.  Seriously.  Big time.  I have no time or interest in creating a roster of random people and then watching them week in and week out.   And I have no interest in rooting against the Cowboys in the event that I play members of their team.  And remember?  We Lowes are busy during football season. 

 And then, I realized that Ryan could actually manage the team and I could trash talk.  I do love me some trash talk.  So I agreed.  And then, draft day commenced.  I was unable to attend draft night but I sent Ryan with some very specific instructions:

1. Get every Cowboy you can.  Specifically:  Miles Austin, Dez Bryant, and the defense.  My favorite current Cowboy, DeMarcus Ware, is an OLB.
2. Under no circumstances should you obtain Michael Vick.  He is a dog murderer and an Eagle.  We have completely different principles.
3. Under no circumstances should you obtain Donovan McNabb.  Anyone who in good conscience can be a Redskin and an Eagle in the same career has no business being associated with me.  I cannot possibly wish this man well.  
4. In fact, let's avoid all Redskins and Eagles.

Ryan did a great job.  No Vick, no McNabb.  He got Romo and Bryant.  We've done all right - had some heartbreaking losses from Week 1 where we scored the second highest points in the league and lost to the guy with first highest.  And then last week when I benched Devin Hester and he had his best game so far.

We decided to work on revamping ourselves a little this week, so we entertained some trades.  My criteria for a trade:  Does he wear a blue and silver star every Sunday?  No?  Then he has no business joining my team.  Ryan tried to reason with me: "It's supposed to be a dream team!  You are supposed to have the best of the best across the league!"  Me:  "How is that no exactly what  I'm saying?"  Ryan:  "You can't have a team full of Cowboys!"  Me:  "Jerry Jones does."

There's no reasoning with me on this.  Week in and week out  I stomp around cursing the non-Cowboys on my team and act like I'm Cameron Diaz in Any Given Sunday.

She's such a bitch in the movie, I love it!

So, fantasy football?  Yes please!  But I'll only like you if you represent.

 

GO BOYS!