Gentlemen,
We're at the beginning.
The beginning of a cycle that happens every year without fail.
No longer will we dwell on this past season. What is done is done. Memories of painful losses are slowly vanishing from our minds; questions of "what if" that lingered over our heads after questionable play calls, missed holds and offside penalties; and those brief moments of euphoria or sorrow after inexplicable turnovers won or lost us games. As soon as the final clock reach 0:00, they began fading away into antiquity as ghosts of Aggie Football seasons passed. "There's always next year...."
No. Now we've reached that pivotal moment where we climb back from the depths of disappointment.
Slowly, the excitement will begin to build.
We collectively peer into our maroon tinted crystal ball to predict which of our newest Aggie family members will walk on campus and start contributing to the next great Fightin' Texas Aggie football team. When we start to consume every possible article on predicting who will emerge from spring ball as starters? Who will carry the torch in 2015 as the emotional leaders? Who will become the next play-making hero in front of a deafening 100,000 yelling, cheering, screaming, berserk 12th men.
The excitement will continue to build all summer as we analyze our competition. It starts with laughing at our easy wins, examine potential match-ups in the close tossups, and searching against all odds for exploitable cracks in the armor of football titans. 6-6 will become 8-4. 8-4 will become 10-2, 10-2 will transform before our very eyes into that never before accomplished 15-0.
In that final fateful hour before the season begins, the excitement will reach it's climax. As kickoff approaches, we will all raise a hearty goblet of that sweet ambrosia and consume barrel after barrel of the finest maroon cool-aid the 12th Man Foundation can afford.
We stand united in hope against hope that THIS will be our year.
The year the Sleeping Giant rouses from that long dormancy!
The year we silence all our doubters, demolish the division, and like Sherman did once before, set ablaze a path through Atlanta all the way to our destination as National Champions of the football world.
That, my friends, is what we are supposed to do now.