I posted this before we last played and beat TCU in a bowl game at the Astrodome some years ago:
I remember those TCU Horned Frogs pretty well.
When I first began watching college football in the '40s and '50s, the Aggies against the Frogs was a big match up, probably the biggest games I personally witnessed in those years.
We both had some great teams, players and coaches.
When I was at Aggieland from 1961 to 1965, LSU, Arkansas and tu outscored us EACH of those four years.
TCU was our next toughest SWC opponent and one we matched up with better, talent-wise.
I liked our chances when we played them.
In Fort Worth, in 1961, they kicked a FG in the last few minutes to leave us on the short end of a 15-14 stick.
It pissed me off.
It was my first Corps trip.
Being from neighboring Big D, I'd been called upon to arrange female companionship for twenty of my fish buddies for the game and the party after.
In those days before the internet, with slooooooooow mail service and just a dial the operator pay phone three floors down below on the wall of the dorm lounge, that was a huge undertaking.
However, with lots of help from my date still in HS in Dallas, we were all suitably paired up for the game and later we had a memorable party, which we won convincingly.

Then in 1962 those pesky toads came from behind to lick us 20-17 at Kyle.
Pissed me off again, as being licked by a toad from behind is wont to do.
Especially when you aren't expecting a lick from behind.
In fact, at that time, I actually had never been licked....from behind.
Mike Clark was our fine FG kicker, but we couldn't get him in range enough and we came up 3 points short.
We stood fast after the game, sang "The Twelfth Man," had Yell Practice and, sure enough, the next week kicker Clark booted two FGs to beat Baylor 6-3 in Waco at their Homecoming.
See, it works!

In 1963, during another Corps trip when our march in once again "captured" downtown Cowtown in its entirety, those crafty Horned Frogs came from behind to tie us 14-14.
We even had to hold them off at the end to keep from being outscored.
That really pissed me off.
Thankfully, I didn't take my sister to the game, so kissing my date was some consolation.
Before the game we went to The Hop, an eatery on their drag.
It was a happening place back then and maybe it still is.
We ate Frog Burgers and listened on a jukebox to Danny & The Juniors singing "At The Hop," at The Hop.
Cool.
I bet things were hopping at The Hop after the game too, but we had our own plans.
Some of us Sergebutt buddies had the same dates as our fish year, since they were now female Froggies.
In those days, it wasn't like we had anybody at all waiting for us back in College Station.
So, later that evening, we went out cowboy dancing and convincingly won yet another party.

Then at Kyle Field in 1964, those damn Frogs hopped out to a quick lead and never trailed, it ended up Aggies 9, Visitor 14.
Our post-game display of Aggie Spirit was not immediately successful this time.
We didn't BTHO ANYBODY until three games later, when we demolished Peruna and SMU 23-0.
See, it does work?
But that was the only game we won my Senior year.
And so I remain pissed off to this day.
In four years we tied the Christian Frogs Of Cowtown once and were outscored by one, three and five.
I'll do the math, that's nine whole points!!!!

TCU has been up and mostly down since then.
IMHO, much of Texas Tech's increase in football fortune over the years has come at TCU's expense.
The Frogs found themselves sharing their favorite West Texas recruiting areas with the Red Raiders after those folks' admission into the Southwest Conference.
It really hurt TCU's prospects having Texas Tech promoted up to big time SWC status and have them start red raiding all over some of the Froggies' best stompin' grounds.
Back then Fort Worth was "Where the West Begins" and TCU was the closest school, playing football in a major conference, to a really large windswept area.
West Texas folks sent their daughters and sons to TCU for good Christian schooling and some urban cowboy culture, while Coach Abe Martin and the Frogs reached out to high schools throughout the parched plains and Panhandle proper for pigskin prospects.
TCU took many eager, raw-boned, tough small town boys, put them on scholarship in their figuritive football feed lot and then used that home-grown, West Texas talent to win football games aplenty.
They have an fine, elitist church school with high tuition and limited enrollment that is still striving (and has plotted, cheated and schemed) toward renewed sports excellence.
But now they're stuck in a lesser conference with distant opponents and no prospect of ever regaining their former place in Texas football.
They want to be players again, so bad.
Too bad.
We won't schedule them, their coaches sign multi-year contracts saying that they can leave if Aggieland wants to hire them and this is their only chance at us.
We had better be ready for their best effort.
They really want to bring us down, since they can't get back up where they once were.

For all their past and present excellence, they are bitter anathema to me.
I'm only kidding, they really aren't bad folks at all, just somebody we need to firmly step upon as we move on.
They have been placed right in our pigskin pathway, whether we are presently on our way up or down in the collegiate football world.
We've currently won 23 straight football games against the Frogs.
But I'm still not satisfied and, phonetically speaking, I want to leave the "Fart Wurf Frogs" squashed flat on the famously unyielding turf of the Houston Astrodome.
If they can swell back up and jump around at all afterwards, I'll enjoy watching their bruised butts bumping on the artificial grass as they slowly and painfully hop away in defeat.

In my younger days, there used to be horned toads all over the place.
They were ubiquitous, common and well-known to us as kids.
You'd see them everywhere, hissing and spitting blood from their eyes or even playing dead to fool you, whichever best served their purpose.
I hear that pesticides and loss of habitat (NCAA sanctions and coaching problems) nearly did them in and that the fire ants (those Red Raiders) have taken many of the rest.
Still, I want to resolutely rectify any reptilian resurgence.
They are, you know, actually horned LIZARDS, not FROGS, and thus reptiles rather than amphibians, having indeed evolved much further Darwinistically than even they choose to credit themselves.

Go figure.
I went to all four of those Ag-Frog games I descibed above with the same lovely TCU co-ed.
I never found a wart anywhere on her.
She was a very cool lady and a gracious winner and I truly hope she remembers those days and me as fondly as I do her.
It's about the only time Fort Worth ever crosses my mind.

She's a Frog graduate now and were I not happily married for thirty years, I would call and ask her to this game.
I hope she's watching closely when my Ags beat her Frogs for the twenty-fourth straight time.
That thought will make me feel better.

You know, Old Army, it's been quite awhile since we Ags faced this particular opponent and thus fought a gridiron battle wherein a gig is completely appropriate and is actually the first weapon of choice.
So, BTHO TCU!!!!!

Gig 'em, FAST FRED '65.
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[This message has been edited by FAST FRED (edited 3/31/2010 7:59p).]