The state of Missouri is its own little country. So how could the University of Missouri ever fit into one conference or another?
Have a pretty good idea where Bootheel belongs, though:
Jason Chandler stands in the early afternoon sun, cotton lint clinging to his St. Louis Cardinals hat as he watches two industrial cotton pickers cut paths in a 120-acre field. It's harvest time in the western corner of Missouri's Bootheel, where the tea is sweet, the barbecued pork is topped with coleslaw, and the residents speak with a drawl that seems borrowed from the Mississippi Delta.
"We've got our own language around here," says Chandler, 31.
ht Dr. Saturday