My oldest daughter is getting to the age she understands our love for A&M. Last year was the first year she really joined in and was a fan. She was always supportive of the Ags, but other things were more fun.
This off-season, she'd grown to the point she could wear some of my wife's old Aggie gear from high school and college. It was big, but she could make it work with some creativity. The week before the first game they went through the back of the closet and through old boxes for all the forgotten maroon out shirts and at this point fun "retro" gear. My daughter found a new wardrobe and some of my wife's long forgotten stuff came back to life.
Unfortunately, along the way they found an old Jersey my wife had bought me. Most likely during the Frantastic era. Back when we were still dating and she didn't realize as a wanna be college athlete, I didn't like wearing sports jerseys of teams I never played for. And of course they wanted me to wear it to match my oldest "retro" new threads for the season opener. I held out hope I had gained too much weight for it to fit, but alas not quite enough. UTSA rolls around and I gave in.
Like most Ags we made an experience around it at the house. Special football food, extra TVs, rearrange the furniture, etc. We had been talking about it for a while. The first game wasn't ideal, but we got the win. And my daughter looks me straight in the eye as soon as it ends and says "now you have to wear that jersey every game until the Ags lose!"
I was torn. Half of me couldn't be more proud of her love for the Ags growing, part of me was depressed knowing I had to put the jersey on for at least 2 more weeks until we played Notre Dame. Sure enough, we handled Utah State. Maybe not quite how we had hoped, but easy enough the stage was set for a show down in South Bend. I hoped the Ags would win, but really wouldn't be that upset with going back to the trusty fishing shirt or polo. And then the miracle in South Bend happened and even I wasn't going to test a win streak.
So every week I've worn the jersey. We've made a point to get it washed and cleaned quicker than normal so it would be hanging and ready for the next Saturday on the schedule. Can't mess up a good thing. Then came yesterday.
My daughter also plays junior golf in the STJPGA Little Limksters. She's played golf for a couple years now and is pretty good. We've done the junior league thing, but she wanted to play against tougher competition who took it seriously. So of course she qualified right out of the gate and played this fall. We've juggled the schedule like most families, but had been able to avoid tee times during Aggie games. Rain outs and rescheduling took its toll and we couldn't avoid it for the South Carolina game. Fortunately, it looked like we would finish in time to catch the second half. As we got in the car, my wife walked out with the jersey. "I'm not wearing that to caddie. I'm already wearing maroon. "My wife just smiled and put it in the back of the suv and said, "You never know. They might need you to put it on for the second half!"
Well, we all know how it went. I purposely ignored my phone so I wouldn't know how the game was going. My wife and youngest daughter were obviously following along in the cart and things didn't appear to be going as planned. As my oldest putted out on the last hole my wife drove up and said "Get your ass yo the car and put the jersey on!". I rolled my eyes, but did as told. Right after USCe scored their last points of the game. And well, the improbable comeback was on!!
The jersey is clean and hanging in the closet for next Saturday even though we won't technically need it for Samford. I'm not saying I believe it actually determined a thing, but also not going to be jerseyless until we finally lose.
This off-season, she'd grown to the point she could wear some of my wife's old Aggie gear from high school and college. It was big, but she could make it work with some creativity. The week before the first game they went through the back of the closet and through old boxes for all the forgotten maroon out shirts and at this point fun "retro" gear. My daughter found a new wardrobe and some of my wife's long forgotten stuff came back to life.
Unfortunately, along the way they found an old Jersey my wife had bought me. Most likely during the Frantastic era. Back when we were still dating and she didn't realize as a wanna be college athlete, I didn't like wearing sports jerseys of teams I never played for. And of course they wanted me to wear it to match my oldest "retro" new threads for the season opener. I held out hope I had gained too much weight for it to fit, but alas not quite enough. UTSA rolls around and I gave in.
Like most Ags we made an experience around it at the house. Special football food, extra TVs, rearrange the furniture, etc. We had been talking about it for a while. The first game wasn't ideal, but we got the win. And my daughter looks me straight in the eye as soon as it ends and says "now you have to wear that jersey every game until the Ags lose!"
I was torn. Half of me couldn't be more proud of her love for the Ags growing, part of me was depressed knowing I had to put the jersey on for at least 2 more weeks until we played Notre Dame. Sure enough, we handled Utah State. Maybe not quite how we had hoped, but easy enough the stage was set for a show down in South Bend. I hoped the Ags would win, but really wouldn't be that upset with going back to the trusty fishing shirt or polo. And then the miracle in South Bend happened and even I wasn't going to test a win streak.
So every week I've worn the jersey. We've made a point to get it washed and cleaned quicker than normal so it would be hanging and ready for the next Saturday on the schedule. Can't mess up a good thing. Then came yesterday.
My daughter also plays junior golf in the STJPGA Little Limksters. She's played golf for a couple years now and is pretty good. We've done the junior league thing, but she wanted to play against tougher competition who took it seriously. So of course she qualified right out of the gate and played this fall. We've juggled the schedule like most families, but had been able to avoid tee times during Aggie games. Rain outs and rescheduling took its toll and we couldn't avoid it for the South Carolina game. Fortunately, it looked like we would finish in time to catch the second half. As we got in the car, my wife walked out with the jersey. "I'm not wearing that to caddie. I'm already wearing maroon. "My wife just smiled and put it in the back of the suv and said, "You never know. They might need you to put it on for the second half!"
Well, we all know how it went. I purposely ignored my phone so I wouldn't know how the game was going. My wife and youngest daughter were obviously following along in the cart and things didn't appear to be going as planned. As my oldest putted out on the last hole my wife drove up and said "Get your ass yo the car and put the jersey on!". I rolled my eyes, but did as told. Right after USCe scored their last points of the game. And well, the improbable comeback was on!!
The jersey is clean and hanging in the closet for next Saturday even though we won't technically need it for Samford. I'm not saying I believe it actually determined a thing, but also not going to be jerseyless until we finally lose.
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