Being at a small school like Crichton has its perks and its flaws.
The perks of being at Crichton would be free pool games, trips to one-horse towns, flag football games in which you can be a hero or a goat, and of course, free wireless Internet service.
And the flaws would be lack of free computers in the library if you don’t have a laptop (I’m one of them), large speed bumps when you come off Highland Avenue, and having half the school know about your crush on a random hottie and the identity of the girl.
For the last few months or weeks, if you’ve been keeping score, my attention was grabbed by a random hottie that ironically was sitting a few yards away from me when I was on the short end of one of the biggest upsets in the history of pool at Crichton the day we closed out the first part of the fall semester.
And in the following weeks, everyone from your favorite cashier in the student center to the basketball program spent little time scratching their heads to see who the random hottie I talked about in my column on October 22nd.
That is, until I sat down and interviewed her for a story on the day prior to the infamous “Battle of the Sexes” on November 15th, the same day I became student manager for the basketball team.
A story, that wound up being run on TNB during the Thanksgiving break, which was relief on not only the blog’s brass, but maybe the people of North Highland Avenue.
But that’s just the beginning.
The weekend that Mizzou played Kansas State, I wrote a story about how a cutie wearing old gold and black was a good omen.
Oddly enough, the cutie I mentioned in my column turned out to be the girl that I made a cheesecake for on her birthday back in September.
And now with two weeks to go in the semester, I find myself trying to talk to a friend of a friend.
Which isn’t a bad thing given the fact that the last time something like that happened, it resulted in one of the cutest baseball stories in the history of this fair city I live in.
And a book that will be out in the spring of 2008.
Obviously, there’s a lot more to leak out when the semester reaches the final week.
And maybe, just maybe, Mizzou could be one step away from a national championship when the smoke clears.
Then again, I might be pushing a bit too far.