20 Years Ago,

I was a scrawny junior high student watching Danny Manning and the Kansas Jayhawks from the comfort of my parents' family room, sitting on rust colored shag carpet in front of a black and white houndstooth couch. I probably turned some cartwheels when I found out school was going to let out early the next day for a parade.

Tonight, I am silent screaming in my own family room because my son (who sadly is too young to remember any of this) is sleeping right upstairs - my husband, on the other hand, feels this once-every-two-decades occurrence means it's okay to scream, come what may, we disagree on this topic. My carpet is a lovely shade of beige, as is my couch, yet I still want to turn cartwheels.

I love my Jayhawks, I am proud of their sportsmanship (can any Memphis fan say that?!) and desperately wish I were in Lawrence right now. Oh, and I'm also feeling a little justified in our completely rash decision yesterday to buy a new tv because it was SO worth it!

Need I say it again? ROCK CHALK JAYHAWK, KU!

And also? Today is my mom's birthday. All she really wanted was a Jayhawk championship. Isn't this cool?