Life is a series of events and happenings. Some stand out and others, we just tend to let fade away. Sadly, this can happen with people as well. When I came to KU, I had the dream of one day becoming a play by play announcer. A few years later, I''m on the right track, or so I hope. Tomorrow, I will be returning home (well Austin isn't exactly home, but it's 45 min-1 hour away from San Antonio) to call a game. In a year that has seen so many memories that will make anyone go Vermeil in about a year, this may be the biggest. All these things makes me feel breathless and speechless. I could tell you everything I'm thinking about and of, but I would be writing for an hour. All I know is the beauty of tthe moment will brighten the validity of the dream. Now, if you only knew the dream. I guess you have to figure that one out for yourself. Rock Chalk!!!

So confused and wondering when it will stop. It just all seems so simple, but I always end up wondering if this is the day? Time to dream, tomorrow, we'll see?

Tomorrow, the adventures of Jimmy visit historic Gallagher-Iba Arena in Stillwater, to compare scowls with the great Eddie Sutton...

How much time do we have? It's a question that haunts me everyday, especially as I mark the four year anniversary of the day I nearly died. There are so many thing we want to do and say and when we are not living that particular moment, it all seems so easy to just say what we want and need to say. It's just that for all our words, it's during the moment that we just watch the parade go by. We watch with every face, with every smile, with every tear, and with every blink. I can see the end coming and can see it all slipping away. If it was ever there to begin with? But, maybe it's a dream. If it is, then I'm so scared to wake, because I don't wanna feel any other feeling.

This was one of the worst Super Bowls I've ever seen in my life. The commercials and the halftime show were equally bad. At least we didn't see a wardrobe malfunction and see Keith Richards' boobs. Now then, the Ku game today was amazing. I knew it wasn't over, honest. I've been to too many Spurs games over the years to know that I've seen us overcome a deficit like that to wim dramatically (See Game 2 of 1999 Western Conference Finals against Portland, better known as the Memorial Day Miracle.) The game and the day will belong to the people we were with, I will never forget any of this, from the success of the party last night to today. It makes me glad I'm alive and we'll see what magic tomorrow brings. Column tomorrow, read it.

I drown in a sea of names, hoping for a life preserver, before I slip into an eternity of ambiguity. Save me...