Maybe part of its growing up in Texas, in the heady days of the Southwest Conference, but I feel like you should show a little solidarity with your region of the country. Especially with really important issues like a national championship game. In hindsight (taking into account said hindsight includes the after-effects of more than a few too many pints), after the screwing that Texas got from the BCS, It’s probably too much to ask, for folks in Austin to Pull for Oklahoma. But just the same, I was a little shocked by the one-sidedness of the crowds last night – I guess when your teams fight song is variation of I’ve been working on the railroad, it’s a bit much to expect them to remember there not in the SEC.
Of course it could be worse. The third quarter finds me siting at the bar in the Tavern, watching yet another one of my teams self-destruct at the last minute. However, the guy next to me, the only other person in the bar wearing red, has $500 on the Sooners in a getting-less-friendly-by-the-yard wager with the bartender. The guy is at least kind enough to pour my fellow comrade-in-crimson a shot every time Florida scores.
Somewhere along the line, probably after the Sooners blow two chances to score in the red-zone (bob, you know you can kick field goals in American football right?), I realize not only am I witnessing a crap game, but if the fox sports anchors are to be believed, something very magical and special. Did you know Tim Tebow is actually the second coming of Christ, The Dali Llama and Luke Skywalker rolled into one weird-looking, home-schooled package? Fair and Balanced my ass. Of course this is all occurring in Florida, the place that gave the White House to George W Bush nine years ago – at this point, I’m wiling to except that the entire state is actually some kind freakish reality TV show, where the unexpected can and inevitably will happen, with hilarious nation-destroying results. But I digress…
So, as expected, the team I was pulling for choked like and 80-year old emphysema patient. The only solace really is I can stop caring about sports for 8 months (with the exception of the Tour of course).