Back from the Tulsa workshop. I was sitting in the little Eagle jet at DFW at 8:45, waiting to pull away from the jetbridge. I was on the phone to Christopher, who was doing a play-by-play of the Texas game. They told us to turn cell phones off. Problem: we were down one point and there were 15 seconds left. It called for urgent measures. I hid the phone. Good news: somehow the pilots managed to continue to communicate with the tower. Bad news: the Horns got beat. My brief stay at the Tulsa workshop was great. Great to see family: Mom, Dad, two nieces, two uncles. Lots of old friends from Searcy and Memphis days. Tomorrow: Midland for soccer.