Rowdy and his search for "Chicken": How it all started

Before this blog begins, I must first tell a story of how Rowdy got his name. You see, back in high school I became somewhat obsessed with fishing. Nash Morrison and I would venture out to farm ponds around the area, trying our hand at catching big-ass bass. The problem is often finding these ponds and getting permission to fish them. Nash's dad Robbie gave us a lead on a possible connection.......and his name was Lambert. Well, good 'ole Lambert was a weathered old farmer who looked like he spent one too many days drinkin Old Milwaukee(he had entire fridge full) and riding a tractor in the sun. When Nash and I pull up to his house we are greeted by the mangiest dog I have ever seen. I mean, the dog had just patches of miscolored fur intermingled with rashes and scars. He also had a terrible disposition and Lambert warned us to try not to pet him.........no problem. I didn't really care to contract the dog's flesh eating affliction. And as you can probably guess.....the dog's name was Rowdy. I found it hilarious....Lambert would yell "Dammit Rowdy, leave them boys alone," in his country twang. Nash and I could barely contain our laughter. But easily the most bizzare part about the whole situation was "Chicken." You see, Chicken was..............you guessed it, a chicken. But no ordinary chicken.....he was Lambert's pet chicken. This chicken hung out in the house and was treated just like a normal house pet. He and Rowdy went everywhere together, and often he would ride on Rowdy's back. You could say that they were best friends those two. I will never forget the site of that chicken clutching to the back of Rowdy as he guarded the Lambert homestead. I knew if I ever got a dog, I would have to name him Rowdy.

So there it is.........a little insight into the title of this blog. You see Rowdy left some good friends back in St. Louis(Shamrock and the Johnson's, Niermann's and the kiddos) but he is excited to be in KC now. He told me he felt that there were too many cats(Tigers) in STL, and he hates cats. But he is excited about the prospects of finding a best friend with all the chickens(Jayhawks) in KC.

Here a few pics of some of these Jayhawks after the big game last Saturday. Although we did not win, the Tigers are left wiping themselves with cotton after getting pelted with oranges today.