It’s the most wonderful time of the year! No… not Christmas. It’s Mizzou Homecoming. It’s that magical time when the air has cooled and the leaves have changed. Jesse’s dome turns gold, downtown businesses are decorated to new extremes, and the smell of pomp wafts through greek town. Spirit’s at an all time high and the alumni begin flooding in. Freshman year it was fun to watch, but senior year it’s that moment when all of your friends return. You pull out the sleeper sofa, blow up the air mattresses, and welcome them all into your
home tiny college apartment.
Each and every Homecoming is memorable (after all, we invented it), but this year is one that can’t be topped. It’s Mizzou’s centennial Homecoming celebration. I’ve been waiting for it since I was a freshman. But now instead of being in mid-MO for the occasion, I’m more than 4,000 miles away in Belgium. Don’t get me wrong. Europe’s great and all, but if I could choose one week to be home during my 4 months away, this would be it.
Friends are arriving in COMO today. Tomorrow, all of the broadcast nerds will cram into that tiny classroom in Gannett with alumni and Shakespeare’s pizza. My fellow seniors will be at the front of the room asking questions and pretending they’re not scared to death to join the alumni in the real world in just a matter of months. Later that night, everyone will bundle up and make their way through greek town to see house decs that were weeks in the making. They’ll probably stroll house to house, stopping to watch skits at the best ones. They may grab hot chocolate or popcorn from one of the street vendors before crowding onto Richmond for the annual spirit rally. A few MIZ’s and ZOU’s and everyone’s free to move on to the next activity of the night… usually a broadcast alumni meet-up at Flatbranch or some other iconic Columbia bar.
The next day’s the main attraction. It’ll be difficult to find anyone wearing anything other than black and gold in town. Hundreds gather for the parade and tailgating reaches an all time high. There’s food and beer on every corner, and everyone’s more than welcome to share (gotta love midwest hospitality). There’s no way this year’s game can beat last year’s last second win over OU, but it’s still heartwarming to see a sea of gold fill the stadium.
And while all of this happens, I’ll be in sightseeing in Ghent dressed head to toe in black and gold. I’ll always a Tiger- no matter how far I go.
Last year at Mom and Dad’s First Mizzou Homecoming