After being to the Wick Alumni Center and seeing the wall of license plates with the exact same text on them, I was completely shocked that this was available. The original thought was to do "HUSKERS", but Connecticut caps their vanity plates at six characters.

The next thought was to get "POWER" or "NATION" for Christi, but those were already taken. If anyone has any ideas for HUSKER ______ or ______ HUSKER, be sure to let us know as we're getting her plates in the very near future.

First off, this is not the stellar blog I spoke of a few days ago. That's still coming before we head back home.

Christi and I decided to switch up our realtor and focus on someone who had extensive knowledge in the West Hartford area. After a few short hours of seeing some new places, we absolutely loved two of the houses we saw. We told her about the house that we used to have back home, and she said that could have easily sold for $600,000 - $700,000 out here. It's amazing what a few thousand miles can do the real estate market. The good news though is that the house search seems to be in full swing again and hopefully we can get motivated and find a place to move into this summer.

Before searching this time around, I went to a lender to make sure my credit rating was still hovering above 400 and to see how much we could get approved for. After I received our amount, I knew instantly why our country is in an economic down spiral right now. They told us we were approved for a $500,000 loan. If we bought a house for that much, we would be looking for the next available box to live in before Christmas.

On a brighter economic note, Fenway is in no trouble of going under any time soon. We just bought four tickets (so we could meet up with some friends in Mass) and catch a Braves game in June. Just like when we saw the Red Sox the first time we went to the original Yankee stadium, this will be the ultimate way to break in my final field on my Holy Grail list (the other two being the original Yankee stadium and Wrigley). Smoltz is on pace to be back on the mound sometime in mid June, and we could only be so lucky to watch that game.

Twelve years ago I was lucky enough to be at the Nebraska vs. Missouri game where one of the greatest plays in college football history took place. For those reading outside of Nebraska, or Missouri, you can catch up here and here.

Ever since that game, I've carried my ticket around in my wallet (still to this day, I have no clue why). So I came up with the idea to have mom and dad get Matt to sign it since they sit behind him at the basketball games. I'm sure his ego didn't need any more boosting, but there goes that.

In other random news I've been playing a lot of golf this year. And by a lot I mean that I've been out four or five times so far, and it's not even May. So far I have more 300+ yard drives (2) than I do birdies (1). In efforts to focus more on the short game, I went out and bought new golf clubs. Why? Because I joined a golf league at work. Personally, for someone who swore off golf because I thought it would ruin my baseball swing, I never thought this day would come.

So with giving up baseball, I had a "tryout", if you will, for a more competitive softball league at work last night. In my first time playing in three years I went 3-4 with my only out caught on the warning track. Maybe my goal for the rest of the year will be to hit over three times my weight.

I know the blog postings have been sparse so far this year, but they are going to be even more rare as Christi and I are heading back to Nebraska next week. I'll make up for it by posting a stellar blog right before we leave ...

Another year of marriage and another year of Christi adjusting to people not being able to pronounce her last name correctly.

Update
I was thinking over the past few days that I should have wrote this: One more year of keeping our ring promise of never walking alone.

Since we haven't taken much advantage of the fact that we live within two hours of The City with endless possibilities, Christi and I decided to drive down Sunday and see a show.

She really wanted to see Wicked, so we saw it. It's not like I pine to drive down to the theater district and see a show, but it was very well done. It's always fun to see the shows on Broadway to ensure you're seeing the first string cast. Before we got there, Christi was nice enough to pose for a great picture idea that I had.

Since we went down and saw the show, that means that she can't say no when we break in our second Yankee Stadium. Bargaining: the resource to a healthy relationship.

Where Christi and I live now is amazing. There's lots to do out here and we're closer to both NYC and Boston than we were to Kansas City when we lived in Omaha. That means we have shorter access to pro sports (most notably, great baseball teams not named Atlanta) and even college sports (those UConn Huskies are pretty good at basketball). So when I read that only 20,000+ came out to watch the Yankees break in a new field I was a little disappointed by the lack of support. Don't get me wrong, I'm as far away from a Yankee fan that you can be, but I thought people would be pumped to break in the new place. After all of the millions of dollars they spent fielding a hopefully championship team, and they get less than half capacity.

This is compared to Nebraska where 60,000+ tickets were sold in less than a week for a scrimmage game where the fans won't even know who the starting quarterback will be.

Then again, on the flip side, The City (as it's referred to out here) has a little bit more to do than just watch baseball games.