I really didn’t think I had feelings anymore when it comes to Aggie football. Years ago I would suit up for the team (yes, I literally wore a jersey) and watch the games. My mood for the weekend was determined by a win or a loss.
In the last decade, however, it hasn’t made much sense to rely on a group of college football players to make or break my happiness. (Not that it ever does, if I’m being logical.) But my beloved Aggies went from being world-beaters to beaten on a pretty regular basis, and if I was going to have a decent weekend during college football season, I needed to distance myself.
As a result, it didn’t hurt that much last week when Kansas State, one of the worst teams in the Big 12, crushed my pitiful football team 63-14. I just moved on.
So why was I crying in The Big M’s truck tonight on the ride home from seeing Zombieland at the Alamo Drafthouse?
My Ags beat Texas Tech in Lubbock tonight for the first time since 1993. Sixteen years, folks. I was a sophomore in college the last time it happened, and the world was my oyster.
I think sports are one of the last bastions of reality in our culture, a place where we can emotionally let it all hang out. You want Truth — there it is on a field or a pitch or a diamond. There is a winner and there is a loser, and damn it feels fine to be on the winning side for once.
I would like to extend a special “thank you” to both The Big M and my conscience tonight. I had given serious contemplation to going to Las Vegas for the weekend to see U2 in concert last night. While there, I was planning to bet the cost of our trip to take Tech against the spread on my Ags, figuring it was a sure thing and would blunt the pain of the sure loss. At the last minute, we decided not to go.
52 Texas A&M Aggies, 30 Texas Tech Red Raiders.