I truly think that burnt orange is the ugliest color that God ever created. Yet living in Austin the color is everywhere. Being from Arkansas you learned from a young age to despise the University of Texas, and all their evil, underhanded doings on the football field. Frank Broyles was God, Darrell Royal was a want-to-be.
At times it's difficult being a Razorback in Longhorn country, but no time more than this weekend -- Texas/OU weekend. The capture of Bin Laden would go unnoticed if it happened during the game. And it doesn't matter if the Longhorns win the Rose Bowl if they don't beat OU, which they hardly do. This is the first time in years that it looks like they have a chance.
Being a Razorback since the age of 2, I secretly root for the Longhorns to lose, especially for OU. Of course, in public I say nothing, as I don't have a deathwish. "Do you want to come watch the game?" folks ask. I tell them we have plans. Doug knows he has to sneak out to a bar because for some reason we can't get UT football on our TV. Heaven help him if he ever wears a t-shirt with something less than derogatory about the Longhorns on it. Back home that would be a valid defense for stabbing him 54 times in the heart.
Unfortunately I live in Longhorn country and this is OU weekend. It's a good thing I have a ton of homework. There will be little opportunity to venture out to the sea of burnt orange.
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