I mentioned last year that I joined a group called “One Army.” At Texas A&M, there is a rich tradition of disliking Greek organizations like Fraternities, so in their place we have non-Greek Frats (pretty sophisticated, eh). At its current stage in development, One Army has many of the same trappings as a typical frat, sans a house and lots of bling bling. We participate in numerous philanthropic and charity events, hold crush and date parties and work together with various sororities in whatever national save-the-world event they promote (Kick-The-Hell Out of Cancer, Anchor Splash, Songfest, etc.).
Anyways, a small group of us had the bright idea of partying in downtown Dallas (Lava Room on lower Greenville) on New Years Eve — and then set up a tailgate the next morning at around 5. And tailgate we did. Taquitos, beer, washer-throw, football toss, loud music. What more do obnoxious Texans need in order to live? Some desert came in the form of a college football game, which former University of Texas quarterback Major Applewhite, summed up as follows:
Football’s so important in Texas. On the West Coast, it’s a social. On the East Coast, it’s a culture. Here, it’s a religion.
The Texas Aggies were to play the visigoths of Tennessee in what was supposed to be a close game (a high-powered offense at A&M versus a smash-mouth defense from the Vols), but it was a blowout.
At least we won the half-time show.
In the olden days, the Chromosaur was the most feared herbivore alive although it was known primarily for its ability to attract dust and scratches.
Exhibit B, a group of happy-go-lucky (and somewhat inebriated) Aggies that have no clue what is about to happen to their football team.
Our Graceland. We have only won 4-of-11 attempts here, with the last victory in 1987 versus Notre Dame.