With the game coming up, I am reminded of a story to share from my freshman year. I'm living in Walton (pre window units). I'm told we are the keepers of the torch and we have to go to Austin and run the torch back (we all ran a little and then trucked it home). I don't know if that was true, but heck yeah, let's go.

We are driving to Austin to have a mini yell practice at tu memorial stadium. It had only one name then.

We pack up about five cars and drive there. Alcohol is involved. We get there and do our thing. I get the bright idea to urinate on the seal of the stadium gates (not proud about that now). While I'm going, I notice the guys fall silent and I get a tap on my shoulder and a police officer says what in the hell are you doing, son?

I look back and then continue to go and say something snarky like well, I opened the tap. He tells me if his brother wasn't an Aggie I would be going to jail. Pack it up and leave. We have a laugh and we do. Thanks officer.

Now is the time to run the torch. Late. Dark. On the highway. We get outside of town a little and everyone is going to take turns running with the torch while driving on the shoulder. I can't remember which town.

I'm second. I'm running with a torch and a cigarette, you know cause I'm young and full of piss and vinegar. Now I see police lights. Guys I throwing beer out the backs of trucks in the ditch. Over the loudspeaker I hear the police say, that's hard core son. Cigarette while running? They make us stop and explain what we are doing. He says I'll escort you through town. A few others run, we all do about a mile each then pack it up and head home.

We bring the torch back to Walton and the usual hijinks ensue around that.

That was a bizarre evening and something I'll never forget. Despite how stupid we were.