1987 Thanksgiving Day against tu. Winner went to Cotton Bowl.
We kicked off to start the game and they returned it back to about our 35. I was sitting on the top row of the third deck one seat off of the 50. When the tu quarterback went to start the play, the 12th man was yelling and stomping on the bleachers so hard the center and the rest of the tu players could not hear the quarterback calling for the ball. They had to call time out to keep from running out of time. Next play, same thing - the quarterback looked at the ref to help with the noise and the ref motioned he had to play. That just made us yell louder. They never moved a yard on that drive.
It was a repeat for the next two tu drives. You literally couldn't yell loud enough to talk to the person next to you.
We ended up winning the game 20-13 on a Bucky Richardson 7 yard TD. The cotton was floating in the air so thick it looked like it was snowing in Kyle Field. Even made it hard for the TV cameras to get clear pictures.
I couldn't talk for two days. I still have the picture I took of the scoreboard with the cotton flying.
Great time. Great memory.
I think any game we can affect the play on the field is a great one for the 12th man. Been to games since, but never heard the noise like it was that night.
I’ve seen them play since way back when,
And they’ve always had the grit;
I’ve seen ‘em lose and I’ve seen ‘em win,
But I’ve never seen ‘em quit.