The BBs. Everyone in Austin - indeed, everyone who has ever hooked 'em - always talks about the BBs at the University of Texas, and how there is always a fundamental need to collect them, gather them, cradle them and "put them back in the box."
Being the child of a sports psychopath, my son's first words were not "dad" or "mom." His first words were, "we are just going to take it one game at a time" because that's what always needs to be said.
When Ricky Williams arrived at the University of Texas in the mid-1990s, more than a few people dropped upon his broad shoulders the moniker of "Little Earl," coined after the Longhorns' then only Heisman Trophy winner, Earl Campbell.
My "day job" sent me home in late March, so I've been spending time wearing a pathway from my refrigerator to my porch. I've also discovered that "zoom" is now "Zoom" and it means something different other than describing a fast car - which I can now fill up with gas for about eight bucks.
The ballroom was filled with football players, yet all I could think of was Dolly Parton's character, Truvy, in the now-old movie, Steel Magnolias. Weird where the mind goes when emotions, words, music and love intersect.
Sifting through the end of football in 2019, the beginning of football in 2020, and trying to decipher if the Texas basketball team can qualify for the NIT again this year and thus defend its title...
I apologize ahead of time for any asinine opinions written here: compressor is out in my truck and I’m fairly certain my suffering from not having an air conditioner for over a week has affected my ability to communicate with reason and clear thought. So, here's a few hopefully coherent thoughts: