All you hear about the inbreds is true. They refused to sell us gasoline or food.

A side note! I should have died that night. I was the only one still conscious (barely) so I drove (and drank)all he way back to Dallas. We came within a split second oh a head-on with an 18 wheeler.

A great sadness overcomes me whenever I watch a replay and see Jose (A Horny Mex can) Pena cartwheeling across the field after Peschel’s reception.

I am so thankful that after many years of pansy-assed, make believe fans, we are once again developing hell-raising replacements for The Wild Bunch.

That is how it should be.

The Hogs had other ideas, though. They came out sky-high, almost jumping out of their shoes, and played the Horns off their feet. The UT wishbone never really got rolling, and the Horns never did figure out how to deal with Arkie’s swarming, stunting defense.

By halftime, we were all stunned. By the end of the 3rd quarter we were numb. Also drunk and incredulous and behind 14-0.

The first play of the 4th quarter saw Street scrambling for a 42-yard score because of a missed block by McKay. This began, with a bang, the comeback that followed. When Street hit Peschel with the 43-yarder, you never heard such yelling and bellowing. The next play, with Koy butting heads with every Arky on the field for 11 yards to the 2-yard line, was, to me, the most under-rated play of the game. The Bertelsen score on the following play was anti-climactic, as was the rest of the game.

At the end, we were too hoarse, exhausted, and drunk to cheer, we just blubbered like fools. And acted like we knew that was how it was going to end.

There haven’t been many like that.

All for the Longhorns stand up and holler,
All you hogs just lay down and waller.

You could hear cheering and laughing throughout the school.