Actually, I am in Lubbock. The morning greets with an unclouded sky, crisp fall air, a sun that can only shine this brightly on a Saturday morning, and the sounds of TTU band forcefully announcing that this is indeed a game day.
Yet the landscape seems serene. As people gather there will be excitement, I am sure. Where my heart longs to be, however, is 932 miles away. Our rivalry is real, its intensity is something that one can savor. Through warts and blemishes, there is a beauty that we share.
May we rail against each other, the adversity will make us stronger. Pay homage to those who elevate our lives as they enter into the fray today. Let them transcend the frailties and realities that bind them to our world. When the day is done, we shall reminisce about wars won, and battles lost. And we shall pity those who look forward to game day, for we have the Iron Bowl.
Yet the landscape seems serene. As people gather there will be excitement, I am sure. Where my heart longs to be, however, is 932 miles away. Our rivalry is real, its intensity is something that one can savor. Through warts and blemishes, there is a beauty that we share.
May we rail against each other, the adversity will make us stronger. Pay homage to those who elevate our lives as they enter into the fray today. Let them transcend the frailties and realities that bind them to our world. When the day is done, we shall reminisce about wars won, and battles lost. And we shall pity those who look forward to game day, for we have the Iron Bowl.
