I really enjoy football. It's probably my favorite sport to watch. And while I support my city's professional franchise, my heart belongs to the college game. There's nothing else like college football. The "Comin' to Your City" GameDay theme song, the monochromatic packed out stadiums, the bands blasting in-between plays, the traditions that are passed down (and can get a little obnoxious - can I get a 'whoop!?) The college game just seems to have a high level of intensity and excitement that makes me want to cheer for my team. Until I remember that I went to Baylor. Don't get me wrong. I love my alma mater and wouldn't go anywhere else given a second chance, but sometimes I ponder what it would have been like to have had a winning football team. There have been glimpses of glory (proud to say that my dad was a part of the Miracle on the Brazos back in the day). But not enough recently to sustain my desired level of trash-talk.
I came across this statistic tonight and decided to cling to it if (and most likely when) our record starts to wane. It's got to be good for something. And for the record, whether win or lose, I'm still bleeding green and gold, singing "That Good Ole Baylor Line" and teaching my toddler to "Sic'em Bears".
our first Baylor/A&M football game back in '98
Lily last year (5 mo old) at her first Baylor game (in the same outfit I wore to countless BU games!)