OAKLAND, Calif. — For someone who was born and raised in the San Francisco Bay Area, repping the 510 4 life, the title of this post seems odd — for it’s home that I’ve been for most of the past three weeks, enjoying time with family over the holidays.
But sitting in the airport waiting for my flight back to Spokane for spring semester at the University of Idaho, it occurs to me that I’m also headed home — because Moscow is home, too.
The snow-covered hills of the Palouse, the graceful arch of the Kibbie Dome, the shops downtown and the black and gold multitude filling the Cowan Spectrum tonight — they’re what make my home a special place.
From 2005 to 2007, I was the public relations man for a professional sports car racing team, a job which turned me into a road warrior nine months of the year. From Mexico City to Montreal, Watkins Glen to Birmingham, Long Beach to Daytona Beach, I criss-crossed time zones, warmed hotel beds, collected fat per diem envelopes and racked up airline miles, all while telling the tale of a team that seemed forever on the cusp of greatness — or cursed for all eternity.
To make a long story short, it ended well. We were crowned champions in Las Vegas, I spent two nights in a Venetian suite and got slightly tipsy at the awards banquet.
Not long after, I called up my boss and resigned.
Yes, life on the road is great fun and maybe I’ll go back out there someday. But there’s something to be said for a place to call your own, fertile soil to put down roots, a community united. For me, that’s Moscow.
I spent down the last of those airline miles last month, to get my ticket to Boise for the Humanitarian Bowl. The best use of miles I could have ever imagined.
We’ll have WAC Power Rankings when we touch down, and later this afternoon, Vandal Nation Live coverage of Idaho’s conference home opener against Louisiana Tech. Pregame at 4:30 p.m., tip at 5.