The Philosophy of Aggie Football

Aggie football.  I miss it.  Growing up baseball was the sport of my house.  We never really threw the pig skin around.  It was definitely a "grab your glove and let's play catch" household.  Nonetheless, college football has found a special place in my heart during the last four years.  The crisp fall air (or in College Station for most of the season, the muggy-its-still-summer air). The jerseys, the crowds, the yelling.  I miss it all.  Every saturday in college I would wake up, don my Aggie jersey, boots, and hairbow, and make my way to Kyle Field to cheer as the 12th Man with Kyle.  This Saturday, I woke up, donned my jersey, boots, and hairbow, and couldn't make my way to Kyle Field.  It was depressing.  (okay, actually I just wore an Aggie Tshirt, no hairbow, and no boots, but that wasn't nearly as clever writing).  Instead I watched the game with other Aggie Tech law students.  Which was nice.  We still cheered on our 12th Man and complained that we ran out of time when we lost.  But we couldn't drown our sorrows at Northgate afterwards and the fact that I had to go home and write a legal memo afterwards just reminded me that I was not in College Station, TX as an undergrad anymore.  I was in Lubbock, TX and still had a lot of reading and briefing to do (wamp wamp).  Nothing makes me miss College Station more than Aggie Football.

This is what I watched over and over again instead of doing my reading Saturday morning before the game.