I don’t care about football. It’s nice for the team and their coaches when a team wins, but I don’t feel the fans had anything to do with it or had any stake in it, so I can’t figure out why they jump up and down and yell and feel they had something to do with it personally. Just another case of fanboy-ism, I guess.
Still, Dallas always has a huge party over Texas-OU weekend. Whenever the game is held at the Cotton Bowl, traffic is terrible. I think they’re about to start the game–around 11:00 AM or so–and so I’m doubtful about the trip my mother wants me to take her on. She wants to go down to Henderson east of Central, where my cousin has just moved, to take him some housewarming gifts. But you can SEE downtown from there, so it may be a madhouse. On the other hand, the neighborhood is Bohemian enough that perhaps they feel as I do and don’t care for football and all the fooforaw surrounding a game. So it could be all right.
She’s waffling about it herself. We’ll see if she actually gets her shoes on and starts making noises about being serious.
Meantime, those of you who are into football, enjoy it. It’s one of the biggest games of the year, and the Fair is staying open until midnight so you can go party on the Midway all day. Man . . . what a crowd there should be!
You’d figure I should root for Texas, since I have known several people who taught there. But now one of my other cousins’ husbands teaches architecture in Norman at OU. So I really must remain neutral. Good luck to everyone on both teams.