Thursday, September 22, 2005

Hook ’Em

Texas 51, Rice 10.
Temperature at kick-off on the sunny side of the stadium, where David & I were sitting: 106°

I don't think I'm one of those guys who goes ga-ga for sports. I don't watch Sportscenter every night before bed. I don't have a NASCAR sticker on the back of my car. But I do like Texas football. There's just something about getting together with 80,000 of your closest friends and watching the game that's satisfying.

I don't recall having "school spirit" when I was actually in school. Sure, I was proud of my College and my University, but I didn't obsess over it. (Unlike the folks that attend that other fine school in Texas, where they follow that silly collie dog around, beating each other up and calling it "good bull.")

Our observation on turning 40: We're now officially invisible to women born after the Bicentennial. Or if we do somehow drift into her peripheral vision, we're "scary old guy." As in, "Euww, you're as old as my Dad." I suspect Dave & I are a lot alike in that we started admiring college girls in college, and never stopped.

It was kinda weird being back on campus. There's been a lot of construction since we were there, so I don't recognize a lot of things any more. The intramural field that was across the street from my dorm has a new dorm sitting on it. I wonder if my name is still carved in the sandstone on the roof of Prather Hall.

1 comment:

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