This past weekend, I had to clear my Saturday evening to make sure I was free to watch a football game. I don't usually worry about being "in attendance" for my Texas Longhorns; but, they were playing Texas Tech, and there was a bit more at stake than just bragging rights.
One year ago, the game came down to the last two plays of the contest, and Texas went down to the Raiders. For a year, I've had to live with the scorn and derision of my Raider compadres, and this matchup was my chance to be redeemed.
The only wager involved being the person to get out of the vehicle and open gates (Chris Hicks and I had a bet from last year that he never redeemed; but, we're now squared). I'm pleased to announce that, for the next year, if Peanut is in the same vehicle in which I'm either driving or riding in, he will have to exit the vehicle and open any and all gates!
As I said earlier, I've never bled burnt orange. I follow my Longhorns and I revel in their victories; I ache with their losses; but, I do not move my weekend plans around to make sure that I can plop myself down in front of the television and spend three hours cheering on the Horns!
My boss is not quite so relaxed in his support of his Sooners! If the games are close enough, he is more than willing to attend. During the TX-OU matchup, you can be sure that he will be at the Cotton Bowl to cheer on the Sooners and to report back to me by text every score that Oklahoma makes (conveniently ignoring any such feats by the Longhorns).
Several years back, Scott made a friendly bet with my sister. The loser, they both agreed, would have to wear the winner's colors for a day.
On Monday, Connie checked with Scott and he told her he would have to wait till later in the week.
On Tuesday, he told her he was busy with the paper.
On Wednesday, she figured he had backed out of the deal, and she never bothered to check with him.
Meanwhile, Scott had gone over to the jail and borrowed a trustee uniform (which, in those days, was a solid orange). He brought the jumpsuit back to the office and suited up before heading across the street to Mason National.
Jail trustees are allowed very limited movement when they are out doing their chores, and the local banks are not one of the locations where they are expected to make an appearance. When Scott walked through the doors of the bank, all heads definitely turned, and though he had been on the losing end of the bet, he won the war in payback!
I've stopped wagering with Scott on the Texas-Oklahoma game, just as I've stopped making wagers with my niece and nephew on the Texas-Texas A&M matchup. I treat college football games like any other television diversion --- something I can take or leave without feeling that my life has been changed by the decision I made.
If you're one of the folks who don't miss a single game. If you are obsessive about the weekly travails of your team. If you have a wardrobe for each game that includes a mascot hat... I salute you for your enthusiasm.
As for me, I enjoyed the chips, the dip and the barbecue. The game may not yet be over; but, I will head on home and crawl into bed and enjoy some precious sleep.
We'll talk about the game tomorrow.
It’s all just my opinion.