Jay is out of town at a wedding, so I used his tickets, his really good tickets, and went to the UT football game today. I ended up going by myself, but I was among friends.
I'm not a particularly Rah-Rah or full of team spirit and whatnot during the normal part of my existence, but that shit is infectious. My hands are sore from clapping and my voice is raw from cheering. I stood. I hooked'em. I chanted "Texas!" with the cheerleaders to which the other side of the stadium screamed "Fight!" I sang the fight song when we scored. I booed at bad calls. And when the game was over, victorious, we all sang the school song.
Football, American football, is a violent sport that permanently damages the lives of many of its players, but boy is it fun to watch in person. I'm left conflicted as usual. And hot and sweaty and stinky.
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