Tears in Oklahoma

Today was the highlight of the week. Down here, where football is considered a valid religion (and the most fun the Southern Baptist Convention will condone), every one is thrilled that Texas beat Oklahoma and ended the five-year drought in the "Red River Wars."

I spent the game at Doug and Claire's house where Doug did NOT throw a party. You see, he's thrown a party for the game each of the past few years and his beloved 'Horns lost each time. Instead, this was a "coincidental meeting of his friends and favored companions" occurring because he left the front door unlocked. Yeah, right. Football, burgers, beer and friends...it was a party. But maybe his superstitous approach this year did some good - after all we did win.

The best part of the afternoon though was all of the kids running around the house. Doug and Claire's two boys (4 and 7), Susan's son (2 1/2) and a couple of the neighbors' kids. It's fun to see little people all excited, and this afternoon probably did just a little more to convince all of these kids that they are future UT students. The general consensus is that you've got to indoctrinate them early or else they might grow up to be Aggies.

It was a fun day and I'm glad I went to go watch the game. Of course tonight, if you go out on my front porch and listen very closely, you can hear a soft whimpering sound coming from the general direction of Oklahoma. Which, as I figure, is just how it ought to be.

Hook 'Em.