Not to go all over-dramatic here, but I'm sad that Roy Williams is leaving Kansas.
Roy Williams was always part of the package when I thought about KU. He was by far the most famous man on campus, and his silver-haired presence was ubiquitous. He was always on television, in the newspaper, etc.
As someone that thinks sports receive far too much attention, I would have been the first one to grumble about this -- if Roy had ever been anything but gracious. Indeed, he just seemed like a classy guy. Year in and year out, he would assemble winning teams.
Of course, year in and year out he would fumble at tournament time and tears would be shed. But that was part of the charm. He seemed like a real guy. That's a quality midwesterners appreciate.
Imagining Lawrence without him is difficult. He will be missed.
This is the archived edition of a blog kept from Nov. 24, 2002, to
Feb. 29, 2004, by Clay Wirestone.
The original description: "From the overstuffed mind of writer,
editor, cartoonist and crank Clay McCuistion comes a blog full of
-- well -- stuff. And things."
Monday, April 14, 2003
Whither Williams
Middle-earth treat
Strange school lunch menu item of the day:
Oatmeal Elfin Bar
Sounds like something from the Lord of the Rings.
Oatmeal Elfin Bar
Sounds like something from the Lord of the Rings.
Sunday, April 13, 2003
Read all about it
Please note the new link to the right.
Roper in China is properly titled "Wrong Side of the Wall," and is a new blog starring my former co-worker and Daily Kansan photographer extraordinaire Jamie Roper. He's teaching English in China.
Read it. I command you!
Friday, April 11, 2003
Urgy burgy
That's Clay for "hi there."
Here's a poem I wrote a couple of days ago. No title, not for the blog version at least.
The dryer churns.
I walk back inside our apartment,
Pebbles clinging to my bare feet.
The air conditioner gasps.
I fold the frayed gray T-shirt,
Drop it on the uneven stack.
The ceiling fan rotates.
You sleep,
Covers drawn to blank out light.
There is nothing to add to this interval
In words or thoughts.
All we need is here --
In between our breaths
And the movement of our blood.
Here's a poem I wrote a couple of days ago. No title, not for the blog version at least.
The dryer churns.
I walk back inside our apartment,
Pebbles clinging to my bare feet.
The air conditioner gasps.
I fold the frayed gray T-shirt,
Drop it on the uneven stack.
The ceiling fan rotates.
You sleep,
Covers drawn to blank out light.
There is nothing to add to this interval
In words or thoughts.
All we need is here --
In between our breaths
And the movement of our blood.
Thursday, April 10, 2003
Monday, April 7, 2003
Reasoned response
I think I speak for KU fans everywhere when I say:
AUUUUUUUGH!
81-78, Syracuse. Wow. That hurts.
AUUUUUUUGH!
81-78, Syracuse. Wow. That hurts.
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