Smaug's $0.02
Lord, I'm tired. I did something I've never done before at a tailgate. I popped the cork on a bottle of champagne.
Korbel. Top shelf. Piggly Wiggly. $14.83. Nothing but the best for the classiest bunch of guys I know. A toast was offered. To victory. The team's, by their 60 minutes of football, and ours, because they came out of the tunnel at all.
Anywho, on to the observations. All the standard caveats apply. First game, FCS opponent, et cetera.
1. Wow, the good Lord dialed up some nice weather, didn't He? It was looking pretty grim early in the week.
2.I may be by myself here, but I like the green pants.
3.If you don't admit to getting a little misty at some point today, I'm calling you out for the damn liar you are.
4. I think we might play a little D this year.
5. We diehards deserved a day like today, and we got one. The energy, excitement, and hell, raw joy was palpable. The polar opposite of the rage and despair of Black Monday. A little cosmic symmetry, if you will.
6. That offensive line grew up a little bit in the second half, which is good, because...
7. We looked a lot like a team that hadn't ever played together before for a while.
8. We scored a defensive touchdown. A big, heavy guy rumbling down the field with the ball is one of the most improbably pleasing things to happen in a football game, and we got one.
The Good
Hell, we played football today. What else do you need? Oh, and we won convincingly, too.
Tailgating was, of course, a blast. The story-telling and laughing and fellowship was a balm for the soul. Damn, I missed you guys.
The Old Grey Tart was rockin' today. 45K+, with no help from Reuben Studdard. Fitting, for all we've been through, as a school, program, and fanbase. Dammit, we deserved a moment in the sun and we got it.
Every parking Nazi I encountered was cordial and helpful. Refreshing.
The Bad
The 11th hour kerfuffle over shifting tailgate spots could and should have been handled better. Even with that, I'm pretty sanguine. I just could not be pissed off today.
A&M's band. Bless their hearts, they're a good band, and a helluva lot of fun, but damn, they're relentless. I mean, you played when we scored. Throttle it back a notch.
The Ugly
I'm too tired to look for the penalty totals, but it was bad. Almost like a team that had never played together before. I'm not too worried about that, either. First game bugs to work out.
Best Smack of the Day
Dude with the sign. "We Want Bama. Out of our program".
So, what does this mean, Barbara?
Hell, it means everything. We won. We won a football game, and we won because we played a football game. It was glorious. I don't know how long we'll remain media darlings, and I don't care. All I ever wanted to be was a school with a football team trying to win games, just like everybody else.
The rat bastards who thought that was too much to ask can go play in traffic. There will be no harshing my buzz tonight.
That's all I got. For now. I think.
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