It's freshman move-in week here in Boulder, and I'm ready to get the fuck out of town. Just so happens, however, that my day job has other ideas. Phrases like 'attendance is mandatory,' and 'bad traffic is no excuse' were thrown around, so here I am... stuck in the Valley as the horde of dotting parents descends.
You'd think I'd be used to this garbage by now, having been a devoted Boulderite for over a decade, but it's just something you can never get used to -- the glut of cars, the picked-clean aisles of Target, the impossibility of finding an open table at a local restaurant. Heaven help me, I love this town for 362 days a year, but this just ain't the week for me.
My advice to those who didn't realize, and were thinking of driving up to town over the next few days: why not try Broomfield?
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Speaking of freshman move-in, please consider this:
Remember: we are not a football school, we are not a basketball school. We are a Cross County (and Skiing) school. For his 20th year of dominance, at the onset of yet another national title campaign, we owe that man a statue.
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Today in the bag, I'm talking Saturday's scrimmage, the Mayor's discussion on who was the best wide receiver in CU history, and the PGA Championship.
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