MR&TLU, COLLEGE FOOTBALL EDITION
(OK, basically all my readership's not going to find this very interesting. Sorry! Sometimes I get a little self-indulgent, and this is one of those times.)
I may have mentioned a time or two that I attended that superlative institution of higher learning, The University of Texas at Austin. As a lifelong fan of college football--for most of my formative years, I had only the St. Louis Football Cardinals to root for, and that's no fun--I adopted the quasi-religious fervor of UT football rootership (which is different from Texas A&M football rootership, which drops the "quasi-") as my own.
Thus, fall and winter Saturdays are big days for me, as I have the Mizzou Tigers of my youth, the Texas Longhorns of undergraduate life, and now the MO State Bears of grad school to psychically urge on--but most of my energies are expended on the Longhorns, particularly since they're the only ones with national title aspirations.
For the past several years, UT's hopes have crashed mightily against the rocky shores of Okhaloma at the Cotton Bowl. (I'd ordinarily cast aspersions here at OU, but I don't know for sure that Dr. Miller's not reading this.) Sometimes, especially in October, I snap awake at night screaming 63-14! 63-14! and I need to drink some wam milk and do some medtiation before I can go back to bed. Sometimes I stab a picture of Chris Simms, too. (This old one's getting kind of torn up.)
So, even though UT's been fantastic this season and OU's been...not so fantastic, really, I'm still apprehensive going into this weekend's game. I'll be at work for most of it--not sure if that'll help or not.
What also doesn't help are these:
Those, friends, are Officially-Licensed OU oven mitts. My mother gave them to me; I doubt she knew what the little "OU" symbols meant, especially to Texas Exes. I expect to get Kansas Jayhawks socks and and a Texas A&M Aggie umbrella for Christmas. They're not even good oven mitts. They mock me every time I get muffins or lasagna or baked chicken out of the oven. You must use us! Ha ha! But we'll get your hands burned anyway after two seconds! You'll note the old-world craftsmanship in those mitts, particularly in the decorative stitches.
So, tomorrow night, expect either a flurry of activity or a three-day sulk, depending on what happens that afternoon. After I get new oven mitts one way or another.
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