But football tracks with the seasons, and as this season of high level spectator sport concludes, fans like me have fun even when the team loses.
Now I'm wistful, too, about the breach from the Big 12 by A&M, which made this possibly the last time Tech will play A&M in Jones Stadium, at least for the foreseeable future. So here's my tribute to the Fightin' Aggie Band.
|Coach Tommy Tubberville and his gunslingers … a tribute to Tombstone, maybe?|
First game and I bailed when a storm front blew in. One minute, dead calm. The next, gusts of wind brought dirt from harvested cotton fields to the north to engulf the stadium. Temperature dropped 25 degrees in minutes. Lightning struck in the sky behind the Jumbo-tron.
|"We gotta get outta here. (pause) Yeah, we gotta get out."|
|Dark settled in the midst of daylight.|
|The last patch of blue before the sky goes granite grey.|
|Oh, say, can you see?|
|Tech's band in their matador uniforms carry on school traditions, too.|
|"You wanna play some football?"|
|Tribute to US flag, Sonic and son-in-law, Chris|
|Nobody does sunset better than West Texas|
|Lift off: four feet off the ground|
|"Ya'll come back, Ya hear?" (Coach Tubberville didn't say that. Granny Clampett did, but when it comes to football, that's what every coach hopes for, right? The fans will return, the players will improve and the coach will keep his job.)|