I, of course, attended with the hubby. Our seats were, as aforementioned, very awesome. Good crowd - in numbers, I mean. It was a sea of red... which turned to a sea of red & blue by the start of the 4th.
Let me first say that I am terribly claustrophobic and it is extremely difficult for me to be in such a tight, confined area with people without breaking into a sweat and having heart palpitations. Especially when one (or more) of the Texas Tech fans that surround you have incredibly odiferous and foul BO. I was certain I would need oxygen therapy before halftime. Especially in the first half of the first quarter when this particularly fragrant fella kept raising his arms to cheer. I kept thinking,
Oh, Lord, no! No more first downs, please!
The TT fans we encountered first seemed pleasant - even Mr. BO, who was a student. He was nice, liked to pick fun a little bit, but was never - except for his stench - offensive. But then the ones who had been out all morning drinking started to trickle in. A guy came in and sat down next to my sweet husband... he looked like he was just coming off a four-day bender and smelled like it, too. He said to "pardon [him]" because he was "going to get loud". He said he was a big fan and would be noisy. He said he encouraged us to be loud, too, except there would be little reason for that and we would be gone by halftime anyway. I rolled my eyes and said, "we can give as good as we get." Ironically, he wouldn't stick around to hear it... hmm. Anyway, a few other jerks behind us started talking smack about how the SEC couldn't compare and Jevan was a 2-time QB reject, etc. It went on and on. Especially in the first few minutes of the first quarter. I actually started to think that maybe we were in for a really, really rough day. But things began to turn around for us. A few yards here and there... it was great. That same jack-hole behind us then said, "uh oh, here they come with their pom-poms." Yes, we all brought our blue and red pom-poms... mostly because we were more creative than to use our thumb and forefinger to make random "L" gestures in the air... and by the way, what is a Red Raider?? A pirate? A bandito? A matador? A cowboy? I'm not sure... they only have about 15 different mascots. And what does that bell have to do with anything besides berating its ringer on YouTube? But I digress...
Halftime was lovely. Our band was doing its thing and we all admired the Rebelettes. Then we watched the "Goin' Band from Raider Land". Let me just ask this: where is the band "goin'"? Hopefully the chump who thought that name up "goed" somewhere else, because that is awful! They did make a cool Jolly Roger looking thing on the field
guess they're land pirates or something?) and they spelled "Texas Tech" like State does... kinda cute, I guess. Then more Rangerettes and the high school bands... yadda yadda... scoreboard... and kick off.
Now it gets good. Slowly but surely the TT fans start to file out. Where did Mr. BO go? He must've left with Mr. Obnoxious somewhere around the end of the 3rd. Finally I could breathe again. And spread out. It was all Rebs from there. Awesome.
I never said so many Hotty Toddys in my life! I loved it! I never chanted "SEC" so much, either. And it felt AMAZING to say, WE JUST BEAT THE HELL OUTTA YOU. Oh yeah, and also I did "Hook 'Em Horns" once, too, just for good measure.
I still have a scratchy throat, but it's every bit worth it. Dumb bastards kept on and on about how they had to play some lowly little SEC west team, they should've at least been playing someone like Georgia, and how they felt like they should've been National Championship contenders (yes, I actually did hear that in the ladies room, although I'm not sure that the person who said it really was in fact a lady, but I didn't wait around to see if "she" stood in the stall or not). It bothers me considerably that you let TT have a winning streak and a pretty decent season and they get waaaay to big for their britches. I love that we stopped the blessed Mr. Crabtree, too. The crabwalk in the end zone was cute but the whole crab theme left the door wide open for many, many genital infection jokes. Meanwhile, Mr. Obnoxious had said over and over again he would kick our *sses, and it felt nice to look at his stats and see that he was NOT a factor (of course, they then used the excuse that he was not 100% or else they would've won, etc).
In short, I am a good sport. I don't boo, and I try my very hardest not to belittle the other team or its fans. But these land pirate fans were incredibly rude from the get-go and I haven't got any patience for that. And why should I? We hit 'em. We wrecked 'em. We just kicked their @ss.
We're not snobs... we're just better than you.
, but we ain't all bad.
