True Longhorn fans rocking only a burnt orange cocktail. Instead of going to watch Rice get there ass kicked by UT in a noisy, cramped stadium, my friend Hilton and I grabbed a booth front and center in front of a flat screen at Houston’s, I mean Hillstone. Spinach dip is piping hot, drinks are plentiful, we’re rolling VIP.
Without cable I can’t watch College Game Day or Final. I mean, what’s a Saturday morning in the fall without 2 hours of Kirk and the boys breaking down the stats?
I know I’m supposed to just put my Trojan tail between my legs and sit in a corner for two seasons, but that’s not my style. I can still talk smack with the best of ‘em.
Just Like you must remember while tailgating, this is a marathon, not a sprint. My boys will come back stronger than ever. And in 2017, we’re going to grab UT by the horns and bring them down!
Btw, I’m NOT wearing burnt orange today. Rocking a denim jumper to not ruffle any feathers :)Tweet this!