I've mentioned this multiple times on TA. I'm a current Senior a part of the Fightin Texas Aggie class of 2025.
This is my last game as a student of the greatest university in the world. And I am so incredibly blessed to have this game be my last. But there's a reason I can't sleep. I need this win, bad.
I was at the game in 2011. I was 9 years old. It was just me and my dad ('86). We lost my Granddaddy ('48) a month prior to the game. Looking back now, I'm sure my dad really wanted the win for his dad who started our family legacy at this great university. But sadly Justin Tucker broke my 9 year old heart that night and I saw tu for what they were. Sore winners. I vividly remember leaving Kyle holding my dads hand while everyone walked out with the same dejected energy about themselves. And tu fans chanting "poor Aggies". From that day forward. I understood why my dad and his before him so intensely loved our Aggies while simultaneously so intensely hating those sissies from Austin. I knew it was more than a game.
And since that night, I have longed for my revenge and my Aggies redemption. I want my own piece of Aggie History. For me and all my classmates.
But more importantly for my Granddaddy, who my family called Old Army. He never got to see his Ags beat tu while he was a student. But he went and fought for our country in 1945 while those sissies sat at home and sipped their tea.
I was digging through my dads closet before I left for the fall semester and I found my Granddaddy's corps class reunion hat from 1988. My dad cleaned all the dust off and let me have it so I could wear it for my last year at A&M. I'll be wearing that hat tomorrow night in 2nd deck of Kyle Field to watch my Aggies BTHO tu.
I would like to think that this win tomorrow could mean something for not only me, but my Granddaddy. Because it wasn't time yet for us to win for him in 2011, but I believe the time is now, for his youngest grandsons last game as a student.
I'll be yelling my ass off tomorrow for him.
This one's for you Old Army.
This is my last game as a student of the greatest university in the world. And I am so incredibly blessed to have this game be my last. But there's a reason I can't sleep. I need this win, bad.
I was at the game in 2011. I was 9 years old. It was just me and my dad ('86). We lost my Granddaddy ('48) a month prior to the game. Looking back now, I'm sure my dad really wanted the win for his dad who started our family legacy at this great university. But sadly Justin Tucker broke my 9 year old heart that night and I saw tu for what they were. Sore winners. I vividly remember leaving Kyle holding my dads hand while everyone walked out with the same dejected energy about themselves. And tu fans chanting "poor Aggies". From that day forward. I understood why my dad and his before him so intensely loved our Aggies while simultaneously so intensely hating those sissies from Austin. I knew it was more than a game.
And since that night, I have longed for my revenge and my Aggies redemption. I want my own piece of Aggie History. For me and all my classmates.
But more importantly for my Granddaddy, who my family called Old Army. He never got to see his Ags beat tu while he was a student. But he went and fought for our country in 1945 while those sissies sat at home and sipped their tea.
I was digging through my dads closet before I left for the fall semester and I found my Granddaddy's corps class reunion hat from 1988. My dad cleaned all the dust off and let me have it so I could wear it for my last year at A&M. I'll be wearing that hat tomorrow night in 2nd deck of Kyle Field to watch my Aggies BTHO tu.
I would like to think that this win tomorrow could mean something for not only me, but my Granddaddy. Because it wasn't time yet for us to win for him in 2011, but I believe the time is now, for his youngest grandsons last game as a student.
I'll be yelling my ass off tomorrow for him.
This one's for you Old Army.
