Shame on you foul, carrion-eating Badgers. The buzzer beating three-pointer to beat the heroic and decent Longhorns spoiled what might have been a perfect father-daughter outing. How could you so thoughtlessly shatter a little girl’s heart?
Actually, I think she hardly noticed. The twin intoxicants of the cotton candy and the altitude probably made it hard to concentrate. There were 16,460 people in attendance at the game – we had the 16,458th and 16,459th best seats in the house. Behind us was the wall.

So we compensated by loading up on dogs and popcorn and watching the guy in front of us with the binocs lose his shit over the lack of rebounding. Some guys take this NCAA basketball stuff really serious.

Ri-ri actually seemed to enjoy the game, and I really wish that the outing represented a revision of my past gendering of my kids, but I can’t really claim that. I bought the tix for Bubba, but he couldn’t make it because of a conflict with holiday soccer camp.

He pouted a lot, and I simply don’t put up with that. So we’re going to the TCU game on Wednesday. Same seats.