Rubbing my nose in it....

Friend Guusje just took me to task over the performance of Texas (shudder) against Colorado this afternoon. Yes, 70 to 3 is quite an achievement.

As I responded to her gentle teasing: "However, at least my actual alma mater won the inaugural Conference USA championship. Woo hoo!!! It's been too long, kids! (Like since the last time I was in school there....)

I will have you know that I have moved through the stages of grief over OU's swooning fit of the vapors to achieve acceptance within the span of this football season, and, while NO ONE better ever call me a "fan," I would love to see the Longhorns wipe the smirk off Matt Leinert's pretty puss at the year's end.

See, I believe in the seven rings of hell when it comes to football. You'll be happy to know that I put the Longhorns MUCH higher up than, say, Nebraska or Colorado (there was this cheating incident a few years ago when they played Missouri which was definitely unChristian coming from Coach PromiseKeeper...)

As Capt. Jack Aubrey says in "Master and Commander," "It's the lesser of two weevils..."

But still.... wait until next year, y'all.

But just to make you smile, imagine me with index and pinkie briefly and tremblingly upraised in hopes of at least a smackdown of USC....

I hope my daddy doesn't read this.....

Nor my brother and sister, who also went to USC....

**Update: in response to certain nonbelievers in the restorative power of football, let me just say: Just a game????????

Just a game? I guess a cheeseburger is just chopped meat with hydrologized vegetable oil on top; I guess Michelangelo's David is just a naked guy who got a little chilly; I guess Shakespeare's sonnet #18 is just a climate report....

Besides, it gives those of us marooned between the two coasts something to fill up the empty hours...