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Wrecked

26 Dec

Texas Tech 48, Texas 45 

Nov. 26, 2015 • DKR
 

 

Just as it’s hard to get away from Rice Krispie treats when we play Rice, it’s apparently impossible for me to avoid the tortillas when we face Tech.

Tech fans have been known to throw tortillas when their team scores. I wondered if this tradition was a thing of the past, but at this Thanksgiving night game, I got to see first-hand that obnoxious, danger-loving Raiders are still wont to toss the ’Wretillas. Speaking of obnoxious fans, Katie and I encountered some doozies. The phrase “act like you’ve been there” came to mind, but then again, I had to remember that this was the first time Tech had beaten us in Austin since 1997.

Give me just one of our injured defensive players (preferably Malik Jefferson) and we win this game. Give me just one of our terrible play calls (that 4th down lob to Daje, maybe?) and we pull it out. But isn’t that how this season went? Moments of greatness (Chris Warren’s breakout performance, our unlikely win over ou) tarnished by confounding ineptitude.

Photos have gotten fewer, and blog posts are shorter and have come later than ever. It’s hard to get fired up to recap these crappy ones. Losing sucks. But I insist on documenting these lame games because when we get back to where we’re supposed to be, I want to look back and see how far we’ve come.

In spite of the outcome, Katie and I managed to have some fun. After sharing Thanksgiving dinner with our family, we hit the road for Austin. We poncho-ed up for the misty/drizzly evening and made the most of this last 2015 home game.

Highlights of our trip: Jimmie Vaughn’s halftime performance with the Longhorn Band and a fun day of Black Friday shopping the next morning.

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Remember the Tortillas

3 Nov

Texas 34, Texas Tech 13

Nov. 1, 2014 • Lubbock
 

For each season’s Tech matchup, I keep going back to tortillas. This time around I was oh-so-close to using another Tech-related food to spell Texas, but tortillas are just too easy. One reason: A Tech friend was just talking about how students smuggle the contraband tortillas into their stadium (inside clothes and/or boots!). Another: They’re cheap and easy to cut into nearly any shape with scissors. And winning reason number 3: They’re plenty portable.

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Portability was important because this weekend found us back in our old haunt, San Antonio. Between band contests and Alamo Bowl games, we seem to end up in ol’ San Antone at least twice a year. Three years ago, Katie and I watched Ryan and the band in San Antonio on a Friday night, drove back to Austin that Saturday to see Texas beat Tech, and then returned to the Alamodome for the contest finals that night. Two years ago, I was in SA while the Horns played the Raiders in Lubbock and we won that one, too. Who am I to mess with a winning tradition? This time, though, the Texas tortillas were not photographed  at the tailgate or at a beaver’s feet but along the banks of the Riverwalk.

Because the band contest finals got underway about the same time as kickoff, I was in the Alamodome for much of the game. Armed with my trusty Fox Sports Go app, I was certain I’d be able to check out the game between bands’ performances. But have you ever tried to watch streaming video while inside a giant concrete box? Service was predictably terrible, so for the first quarter and a half, my only contact with the contest in LBB was via texts from my crazy friends. To go by their version of events, we’re the worst team in the history of teams ever ever ever with no offense and no (as usual) linebackers. When I took a break from the contest to grab a bite to eat, I was delighted to discover that in spite of our miscues, we are NOT, in fact, the worst team. Eventually the sky-is-falling texts quieted down, and I was able to see that lovely final score.

So I saw less of this game than any other in years. I DID see San Antonio, though, including the Cradle of Texas Liberty, which we are bound by (family) law to visit each time we’re in town.