By the time I was old enough to realize their sacrifice, my father was already dead.
But I am so grateful now. Mizzou allowed me to find my calling amid a group of people who are dear friends to this day.
My memories of the University of Missouri could fill Ellis Library.
The Pit. The Hill. Brewer. Study breaks at The Shack. Mud football on Stankowski Field.
Hearnes. J-School. Keggars. Domino’s Pizza. Quarters.
Some episodes were so indelible that they took on names: “21st Birthday and the Lost Retainer”; “The Hickey That Wouldn’t Leave”; “Kansas City, Here We Come.”
If you’re having fun, four years feels like 40 in college.
Which is why when Mizzou lines up against Arkansas today a berth in the SEC championship game, I’ll be bleeding black and gold.