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So Kickoff For Central Ark Is At 6 p.m. ?

I think the atmosphere will be better at night and hopefully the crowd will be more into it. That Hawaii game where we were down 10-0 at halftime felt more like a lazy saturday luau and the Wyoming game with those weird uniforms had a pretty weak crowd too.
 
I wonder if they will make Central Arky a fireworks game to get more people to attend...didn't they do that with another game against San Jose St or someone of that ilk a few years ago?
 
I wonder if they will make Central Arky a fireworks game to get more people to attend...didn't they do that with another game against San Jose St or someone of that ilk a few years ago?

North Texas Armadillos

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Maybe we'll have time to get used to the elevated air pressure by then lol. Has to beat the humidity here though
 
Arkansas sucks. Somehow I ended up in the Fayetteville Wal-Mart, and that place had more white-trash than has ever stepped foot in Boulder. Also, since when was it acceptable to turn your small front yard into a horse pasture? WTF. Arkansas flame thread:hippie:
 
Arkansas sucks. Somehow I ended up in the Fayetteville Wal-Mart, and that place had more white-trash than has ever stepped foot in Boulder. Also, since when was it acceptable to turn your small front yard into a horse pasture? WTF. Arkansas flame thread:hippie:

You pretty much just described any walmart in the south :lol:

The walmart headquarters is very close to there, but hey as much as we get stereotyped, them and tyson have turned northwest arkansas into a very wealthy place.

Bear might not be the most original mascot but i bet we're the only PURPLE BEARS
 
You pretty much just described any walmart in the south :lol:

The walmart headquarters is very close to there, but hey as much as we get stereotyped, them and tyson have turned northwest arkansas into a very wealthy place.

Bear might not be the most original mascot but i bet we're the only PURPLE BEARS

That must be highly concentrated wealth. I've never seen so much trash (people/filth) in my life as in Eastern OK/Western AR. It was like a 3rd world country
 
That must be highly concentrated wealth. I've never seen so much trash (people/filth) in my life as in Eastern OK/Western AR. It was like a 3rd world country

lol what? I guess you have never been in the south. Spend a few days in Biloxi and you will be begging to go back to Fort Smith Arkansas.
 
That must be highly concentrated wealth. I've never seen so much trash (people/filth) in my life as in Eastern OK/Western AR. It was like a 3rd world country

Compared to where I used to live in SE Oklahoma, NW Arkansas was like the Hamptons.
 
Arkansas sucks. Somehow I ended up in the Fayetteville Wal-Mart, and that place had more white-trash than has ever stepped foot in Boulder. Also, since when was it acceptable to turn your small front yard into a horse pasture? WTF. Arkansas flame thread:hippie:

I was driving through Arkansas one fine September Saturday in 1994. I'd chosen a pretty rural route, and it was very pretty--reminded me a bit of my childhood home in Oregon--but I was starting to sweat the time. You see, my beloved University of Colorado Buffs were all set to square off with The University of Michigan Wolvernines in Ann Arbor, and I needed to find a bar to watch the game. I think it was Fort Smith that I needed to get to, but it might have been Little Rock; really, I forget (it was my one and only time in the state).

So I stopped at a little restaurant in this tiny Arkansas town and asked the only woman working there if she knew how long it would take me to get to Fort Smith (or Little Rock...you get the idea). She said she didn't know, but her cousin had gone there on a T-ball trip for her kid, and she'd give her a call and find out.

So she calls her cousin and then tells me, "four hours. It's four hours away." Holy ****! I've got to get driving! The game starts in, like, an hour!

I hit the road and found myself in the city less than a half hour later.

This left me a couple of questions to ponder:

1. How could this woman live only a half hour from a "city" and be completely unaware of it's location.

2. What the **** was her cousin doing that it took her 4 hours to get there?

Of course Blake Anderson tipped the ball to Michael Westbrook, and I became somewhat distracted (and also temporarily detained for my resulting enthusiasm) and those questions remained unanswered.
 
I was driving through Arkansas one fine September Saturday in 1994. I'd chosen a pretty rural route, and it was very pretty--reminded me a bit of my childhood home in Oregon--but I was starting to sweat the time. You see, my beloved University of Colorado Buffs were all set to square off with The University of Michigan Wolvernines in Ann Arbor, and I needed to find a bar to watch the game. I think it was Fort Smith that I needed to get to, but it might have been Little Rock; really, I forget (it was my one and only time in the state).

So I stopped at a little restaurant in this tiny Arkansas town and asked the only woman working there if she knew how long it would take me to get to Fort Smith (or Little Rock...you get the idea). She said she didn't know, but her cousin had gone there on a T-ball trip for her kid, and she'd give her a call and find out.

So she calls her cousin and then tells me, "four hours. It's four hours away." Holy ****! I've got to get driving! The game starts in, like, an hour!

I hit the road and found myself in the city less than a half hour later.

This left me a couple of questions to ponder:

1. How could this woman live only a half hour from a "city" and be completely unaware of it's location.

2. What the **** was her cousin doing that it took her 4 hours to get there?

Of course Blake Anderson tipped the ball to Michael Westbrook, and I became somewhat distracted (and also temporarily detained for my resulting enthusiasm) and those questions remained unanswered.

Lol what is your Sig from
 
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