Hanging our Mizzou flag was a labor of love. This flag - once the piece de resistance in Chip's room at the Pike house - has languished in our basement for the past four years. Every fall we say, "You know we really should hang that flag." Doing so, however, would require ladders, power tools, drilling into brick and the like, so of course it never happened. Until this year. I don't know if it was the nesting or Mizzou's ranking that did it, but by golly, that flag was going up, even if it meant visiting every single hardware store in a 50-mile radius. Which I did. In case you're wondering, it is terribly hard to find a metal flag pole holder and respectable-looking flag pole in September. My thanks to Ace Hardware and the Bug Store for having what we needed so I could get on with my life. I'm not kidding. At one point I asked Chip to go steal his parents' flag pole because I couldn't bear to walk into another Wal-Marts.
But that's all behind us now. The flag is flapping in the breeze and Buddy (in his Mizzou collar, natch) is prepared to attack any Big 12 marauders with designs on our flag. After all we've gone through to put our Tiger pride on display, I just know Mizzou won't let us down this weekend. Go Mizzou!