• Road to Omaha

    9 a.m.

    We depart.

    11:07 a.m.

    We are sitting in the van in the Czech Stop parking lot in West, Texas. Their kolaches are a must for any trip along North Interstate Highway 35.

    Customers at the Czech Stop bakery shop for kolaches.

    Nothing very noteworthy in the early stages of the drive, and then the tragedy of embarrassment struck as I mixed up my Buffetts.

    When told that Warren Buffett hails from Omaha, I asked if they had a big Margaritaville.

    Warren sounds like Jimmy, OK?

    Dreading the drive through “Chokelahoma” and Kansas.

    1:48 p.m.

    Our entry into Oklahoma was greeted by the smell of kerosene and a giant WinStar World Casino. No, we did not stop. It’s worth mentioning that Andrew lived in Laton, Okla. for eight years.

    Did he like it?

    “No, I did not,” he said, solemnly shaking his head.

    3:47 p.m.

    A few thoughts on the state so far: First, Bob Stoops deserves props for the recruiting magic he does. I know Oklahoma is a school rich in tradition and one of the best college football programs in the nation, but man, Norman does not seem very appealing. And that’s saying it nicely.

    We recently passed a billboard advertising that “Secretariat” was coming out Oct. 8. What a time capsule.

    There are other weird billboards in Oklahoma…

    A pair of signs in the middle of Oklahoma. Methamphetamine usage has been a plague in the West and Midwest since the nineties. Public service announcements discouraging it’s use aren’t uncommon.  

    And other bizarre agriculture happenings…

    Trey Scott watches a controlled fire from a passing van outside of Tonkawa Oklahoma, near the Kansas border. The fire was on a patch of farmland and fizzled out quickly, dying out in minutes.

    We entered Kansas sometime in the late afternoon; I forgot to mark the time.

    We stopped at Long John Silver’s, not to necessarily eat the food, but to use their restrooms. We threw in a sympathy purchase — an order of popcorn shrimp and a small order of fries between the four of us.

    10:02 p.m.

    According to the sign that says, “Welcome to Nebraska,” we’re not in Kansas anymore.


    Finally, finally, finally in Omaha.

  • Road to Omaha: Introduction

    On Feb. 18, we saw Texas open its season with an 8-0 win over Maryland at Disch-Falk.
    And now, four months later, we get to go see the Longhorns try and win their seventh national championship.

    That’s right, we’re going to Omaha.

    The van is loaded, bags are packed, the maps are out, and the playlist is set — Jon requested heavy amounts of Ke$ha. Let the 13-hour drive begin.

    Texas’ 2011 season began with high expectations — Omaha-or-bust. We’re embarking on our trip with lofty goals as well — to watch some great baseball in the college baseball capital of the world.

    The group of three — baseball beat writer Jon Parrett, photographer Andrew Edmonson and myself — will be spending either seven or 15 days in Omaha, depending on how Texas plays.

    Big thanks go out to our awesome Daily Texan adviser Doug and the business department, Lori and Amy, for giving us the green light on this trip.

    We’ll be writing and shooting multiple times a day, so expect some awesome content both in the print and online editions of The Daily Texan. We also plan on using this blog as a running diary, documenting the progress of the trip.

    It’s like you’ll be right there with us.

    But not really, because we’ll be in Omaha.

    And that’s so damn cool.