I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T...Do You Know What that Means?

So here I am, sitting at a bar...all alone...in the lovely town of Danville. At the rate I'm going, I'm going to be a regular at Buffalo Wild Wings. Just as I predicted, I'm posted up, at my own table, with a Coors Light, a dash of salt, Fried Pickles...and my computer. I'm not sure if the stares that I am getting are because a.) I'm alone; b.) I'm using my computer; c.) I'm wearing a JAYHAWK shirt; or d.) all of the above. My shirt alone is enough to get a rise out of someone considering I'm only 30 minutes from the University of Illinois (where Bill Self coached before KU and our most recent opponent, who we BEAT - as if you weren't aware). I promise you, I'm wearing my Jayhawk shirt with PRIDE!!

I'd say my stats are pretty good. Since I've been here, I've made friends with the next table - although our conversation started with a Jayhawk insult and some guy just asked me for my number. I politely turned him down. And just for the record - he had all his teeth.

Lovin' America, Buffalo Wild Wings and lovin' my Jayhawks on the corner TV in the back.

-Stay Sassy, xo