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University of Texas fan on Game Day

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    University of Texas fan on Game Day

    This is pretty long, but it's HYSTERICAL! If you've ever been drunk at
    a sporting event, or been with someone who has, you can relate. This
    is an e-mail from some guy named J.D.Horne, who, according to the messages
    that were attached to this, is not a 21 year-old frat boy, but an attorney
    of indeterminate age. He sent it to his friend Brian Brice and it got forwarded around the country. You have to give the guy some love for the effort.

    A chronology of events for Saturday, December 4, 1999, and the early
    morning hours of Sunday, December 5, 1999:
    >6:00 Arise, play the Eyes of Texas and Texas Fight at full-freaking blast
    >6:20 Get in car, drive to New Braunfels
    >7:30 Tee off (me and a buddy were the FIRST tee-time of the morning)
    >8:50 Turn 9 (crack open first beer) 8:53 Crack open second beer
    >8:58 Crack open...(you get the idea)
    >10:30 Finish 18 (holes, as well as beers), sign scorecard for smoooooth
    95
    >10:35 Headed for San Antonio (Alamo dome - Nebraska vs Texas)
    >10:50 Buy three 18-packs for pre- and post-game festivities 11:10 We decide we don't have enough booze, so we double-back to a liquor store and buy
    the good ole'' 750 ml plastic bottle "Traveler" Jim Beam
    >11:50 Arrive at the tailgate spot. Awesome day. Not a single cloud in the sky. About 70 degrees.
    >11:55 I decide that we're going to kick the s*** out of Nebraska.
    >11:56 I tell my first Nebraska fan to go **** himself.
    >12:15 The UT band walks by on the way to the Alamodome. We're on the second floor of a two-story parking garage on the corner (a couple hundred of
    us). We're hooting and hollering like wild men. The band doubles back
    to the street right below us and serenades us with Texas Fight and The
    Eyes of Texas. AWESOME MOMENT.
    >12:25 In the post-serenade serendipity, 50-100 grown men are bumping chests
    with one another, each and every one of them now secure and certain of the fact that we are going to kick the s*** out of Nebraska.
    >1:00 The Nebraska band walks by on the way to the Alamo dome. Again, we hoot and holler like wild men. Again, the band doubles back and stops right below us to serenade us, this time, however, with the Nebraska fight songs. Although somewhat impressed by their spirit and verve, we remain convinced that we are going to kick the s*** out of Nebraska.
    >1:30 I begin the walk to the Alamo dome, somehow managing to stuff the
    >"Traveler" and 11 cans of beer into my pants.
    >1:47 I am in line surrounded by Nebraska fans. They are taunting me. I
    am taunting back, still certain that we are going to kick the s*** out
    of Nebraska. I decide to challenge a particularly vocal Nebraska fan to
    play what I now call and will forever be remembered as "Cell-Phone Flop
    Out." Remember flop out for a dollar? The rules are similar. I tell this Nebraska jackass that if he's so confident in his team, he should "flop out" his cell phone RIGHT NOW and make plane reservations to Phoenix for the Fiesta Bowl. And then I spoke these memorable words: "And not those damn refundable tickets, either! You request those non-refundable, non-transferable sons-of-bitches!" He backs down. He is unworthy. I call Southwest Airlines and buy two tickets to Phoenix, non-refundable and non-transferable. Price: $712. He is humbled. He lowers his head in shame.I raise my cell phone in triumph to the cheers of hundreds of Texas fans. I am KING and these are my subjects. I distribute the 11 beers in my pants to the cheering masses. I RULE the pre-game kingdom.
    >2:34 Kickoff. Brimming with confidence, I open the Traveler and pour my
    >first stiffy.
    >2:45 I notice something troubling: Nebraska is big. Nebraska is fast.
    >Nebraska is very pissed off at Texas.
    >3:01 The first quarter mercifully ends. 9 yards total offense for
    >Texas.Zero
    first downs for Texas. I'm still talking s***. I pour another
    >stiffy from
    the Traveler.
    >3:36 Four minutes to go in the first half: the Traveler is a dead soldier.

    >I buy my first $5 beer from the Alamo dome merchants. While I am standing

    >in line, a center snap nearly decapitates Major Applewhite and rolls out
    of
    >the end zone. Safety.
    >3:56 Halftime score: Nebraska 15, Texas 0. I wish I had another Traveler.
    >4:11 While urinating next to a Nebraska fan in the bathroom at halftime,
    I
    >attempt to revive the classic Brice- ism from the South Bend bathroom:

    >"Hey, buddy, niiiiiiiiice cock." He is unamused.
    >4:21 I buy my 2nd and 3rd $5 beer from the Alamo dome merchants. I share
    my
    >beer with two high school girls sitting behind me. Surprisingly, they
    are
    >equipped with a flask full of vodka. I send them off to purchase Sprites,

    >so that we may consume their vodka. I have not lost faith. Nebraska is
    a
    >bunch of pussies.
    >4:51 No more vodka. The girls sitting behind me have fled for their lives.

    >I purchase two more $5 beers from the Alamo%20dome merchants.
    >5:18 Score is Nebraska 22, Texas 0. I am beginning to lose faith.This
    >normally would trouble me, but I am too drunk to see the football field.
    >5:27 I call Southwest Airlines: "I'm sorry, sir. Those tickets have been

    >confirmed and are non-refundable and non-transferable."
    >5:37 I try to start a fight with every person behind the concession
    >counter.
    As it turns out, the Alamo dome has a policy that no beer can be
    >sold
    when there is less than 10 minutes on the game clock. I am enraged by
    >this
    policy. I ask loudly: "Why the **** didn't you announce last call over

    >the ****ing PA system??!!"
    >5:49 Back in my seats, I am slumped in my chair in defeat. All of a sudden,

    >the Texas crowd goes absolutely nuts. "Whazzis?," I mutter, awaking from

    >my coma, "Iz we winnig? Did wez scort?" Alas, the answer is > > >>no, we

    >were not winning and we did not score. The largest (by far) cheer of the

    >day from the Texas faithful occurred when the handlers were walking back
    to
    >the tunnel and Bevo (the Texas mascot) stopped to take a gargantuan
    s***
    >all
    >over the letters "S", "K",and "A" in the "Nebraska" spelled out in their

    >end zone. I cheer wildly. I pick up he empty Traveler bottle and stick
    my
    >tongue in it. I am thirsty.
    >6:16 Nebraska fans are going berserk as I walk back to the truck. I would

    >taunt them with some off-color remarks about their parentage, but I am
    too
    >drunk to form complete sentences. With my last cognitive thought of
    the
    >evening, I take solace in the fact that if we had not beaten them
    in
    >October, they would be playing Florida State for the national championship.
    >6:30 Back in the car. On the way back to Austin for the basketball game.
    >7:00 Texas-Arizona tip off. We can still salvage the day! I crack open
    a
    >beer. It is warm. I don't care.
    >7:12 We have stopped for gas. I am hungry. I go inside the store.I walk

    >past the beer frig. I notice a Zima. I've never had a Zima. I wonder if

    >it's any good. I pull a Zima from the frig. I twist the top off and drink

    >the Zima in three swallows. Zima sucks. I replace the empty bottle in
    the
    >frig.
    >7:17 There is a Blimpie Subs in the store. I walk to where the ingredients

    >are, where the person usually makes the sub. There is no one there. I lean

    >over the counter and scoop out half a bucket of black olives. I eat them.
    I
    >am still hungry. I lean further over the counter and grab approximately
    two
    >pounds of Pastrami. I walk out of the store grunting and eating Pastrami.

    >The patrons in the store fear me. I don't care.
    >8:01 We are in South Austin. I have been drinking warm beer and singing
    >Brooks and Dunn tunes for over an hour. My truck-mate is tired of my
    >singing. He suggests that perhaps Brooks and Dunn have written other good

    >songs besides "You're Going to Miss Me When I'm Gone" and "Neon Moon" and

    >that maybe listening to only those two songs, ten times each was a bit

    >excessive. Perhaps, he suggests, I could just let the CD play on its own.
    I
    >tell him to **** off and restart "Neon Moon."
    >8:30 We arrive at the Erwin Center. My truckmate, against my loud and
    >profane protestations, parks on the top floor of a nearby parking garage.
    I
    >tell him he's an idiot. I tell him we will never get out. I tell him
    we may
    >as well pitch a ****ing tent here. He ignores me. I think he's
    still pissed
    >about the Brooks and Dunn tunes. I whistle "Neon Moon" loudly.
    >8:47 I am rallying. I have 4 warm beers stuffed in my pants. We're going
    to
    >kick the s*** out of Arizona.
    >9:11 Halftime score: Texas 31, Arizona 29. I am pleased. I go to the
    >bathroom to pee for the 67th time today. I giggle to myself because of
    the
    >new opportunity to do "the bathroom Brice." There are no Arizona fans
    in
    >the bathroom. I am disappointed. I tell myself (out loud) that I have
    a
    >"Niiiiiice cock." No one is amused but me.
    >9:41 I walk to the bathroom while drinking Bud Light out of a can.Needless

    >to say, they do not sell beer at the Erwin Center,much less Bud Light out

    >of a can. I am stopped by an usher: "Where did you get that, sir?" I tell

    >him (no s***): "Oh, the cheerleaders were throwing them up with those

    >little plastic footballs. Would you mind throwing this away for me?" I
    take
    >the last swig and hand it to him. He is confused. I pretend I'm going
    to
    >the bathroom, but I run away giggling instead. I duck into some entrance

    >to avoid the usher, who is now pursuing me. I sneak into a large group
    of
    >people and sit down. The usher walks by harmlessly. I am giggling like
    a
    >little girl. I crack open another can of Bud Light.
    >9:52 I am lost. In my haste to avoid the usher, I have lost my bearings.I

    >have no ticket stub. I cannot find my seats. Texas is losing.
    >10:09 Texas is being screwed by the refs. I am enraged. I have cleared
    out
    >the seats around me because I keep removing my hat and beating the
    >surrounding chairs with it. A concerned fan asks if I'm OK and perhaps
    I
    >shouldn't take it so seriously. I tell him to **** off.
    >10:15 After the fourth consecutive "worst ****ing call I have EVER seen,"
    I
    >attempt to remove my hat again to begin beating inanimate objects. However,

    >on this occasion I miscalculate and I thumbnail myself in my left eyelid,

    >leaving a one-quarter inch gash over my eye. I am now bleeding into my
    left
    >eye and all over my shirt. "Perhaps," I think to myself, I'm taking
    this a
    >bit seriously."
    >10:22 I am standing in the bathroom peeing. I'm so drunk I am swaying and

    >grunting. I have a bloody napkin pressed on my left eye. My pants are

    >bloody. I have my (formerly) white shirt wrapped around my waist. I look

    >like I should be in an episode of Cops.
    >10:43 Texas has lost. I put my bloody white shirt back on my body and make

    >my way for the exits. I am stopped every 20 seconds by a good
    >samaritan/cop/security guard to ask me why I am covered in blood, but I
    >merely grunt incoherently and keep moving.
    >10:59 With my one good eye, I have located the parking garage. I walk up

    >six flights of stairs, promise that when I see my friend I will punch him

    >in the face for making me walk up six flights of stairs, find the truck,

    >and collapse in a heap in the bed of the truck. I look around and notice

    >that traffic is lined up all the way around the garage, six whole flights,

    >and no one is moving. I take a nap.
    >11:17 I awake from my nap. I see my friend in the driver's seat. I lift
    my
    >head to look out the bed of the truck and notice that traffic is lined
    up
    >all the way around the garage, six whole flights, and no one is moving.
    I
    >am too tired to punch my friend. I call my friend a "Stupid cocksucker."
    >11:31 I lift my head to look out the bed of the truck and notice that
    >traffic is lined up all the way around the garage, six whole flights, and

    >no one is moving. I call my friend a "Stupid cocksucker."
    >11:38 I lift my head to look out the bed of the truck and notice that
    >traffic is lined up all the way around the garage, six whole flights, and

    >no one is moving. I call my friend a "Stupid cocksucker."
    >11:47 I lift my head to look out the bed of the truck and notice that
    >traffic is lined up all the way around the garage, six whole flights, and

    >no one is moving. I call my friend a "Stupid cocksucker."
    >11:58 I am jostled. The truck is moving. I lift my head to look out the
    bed
    >of the truck and notice that traffic is beginning to move on the
    second
    >floor. I jump out of the truck, walk to the edge of the parking
    facility,
    >and pee off the sixth floor onto the street below. My friend
    looks at me
    >like I just anally violated his minor sister. I turn around
    pee on the
    >front of his truck while singing the lyrics to "Neon Moon."
    >12:11 We are moving. We are out of beer. I jump from the truck and go from

    >vehicle to vehicle until someone gives me two beers. I am happy. I return

    >to my vehicle
    >12:26 We have emerged from the parking facility. We make our way to my
    >apartment and find Ed sitting on the couch with a freshly opened bottle
    of
    >Glenlivet on the coffee table in front of him. We are all going to
    die
    >tonight.
    >12:59 We have finished three-quarters of the bottle of Glenlivet. We decide

    >it would be a wonderful idea to go dancing at PollyEsther's. Ed has to
    pee.
    >He walks down the hall to our apartment and directly into the full
    length
    >mirror at the end of the hall, smashing it into hundreds of pieces.
    We
    >giggle uncontrollably and leave for PollyEsther's.
    >1:17 The PollyEsther's doorman laughs uncontrollably at our efforts to

    >enter his club. "Fellas," he says in between his fits of spastic
    >laughter,"I've
    been working this door for almost a year. I've been working
    >doors in this
    town for almost 5 years. And I can honestly say that I ain't
    >never seen
    three drunker mother ****ers than you three.Sorry, can't let you
    >in."
    We attempt to reason with him. He laughs harder.
    >1:44 We find a bar that lets us in. We take two steps in the door and hear

    >"Last call for alcohol!" I turn to the group and mutter: "See, dat wasn't

    >that ****in' hard. Day don't ****in' do that at the Awamo...the awaom...the

    >alab...**** it, that stadium we was at today..."We order 6shots of tequila

    >and three beers.
    >2:15 Back on the street. We need food. We hail cab to take us the two
    and
    >one half blocks to Denny's. The cab fare is $1.60. We give him $10
    and tell
    >him to keep it.
    >2:17 There is a 20 minute wait. We give the hostess $50. We are seated
    >immediately.
    >2:25 We order two orders of fried pickles, a Cobb salad, a bowl of soup,

    >two orders of Blueberry blintzes, two Reuben sandwiches, a
    >hamburger, two cheese stuffed potatoes, an order of fries, and an order
    of
    >onion rings.
    >2:39 The food arrives. We are all asleep with our heads on the table. The

    >waiter wakes us up. We eat every ****ing bit of our food. Most of the

    >restaurant patrons around us are disgusted. We don't give a ****. The tab

    >is $112 with tip.
    >2:46 I'm sleepy.
    >9:12 I wake up next to a strange woman. She is a waitress at Denny's. She

    >is not pretty. HOOK 'EM HORNS, BABY!!!
     
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    Ahhhhhhhhh, that brings back some great memories!!!! ROTFLMFAO!!!!!!
     
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    I call bullshit. No way is it just 70 degrees in San Antone....other than that, been there, done that, never again!
     
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    I call bullshit as well... that is way to detailed. If I had done that, it would be more like

    9am - started drinking
    10am - cracked open 4th beer
    3pm - found myself in taco bell, ordered 3 supreme tacos, mexican pizza, chicken burito, and cinnamon thingies
    630pm - mike said we're out of beer, make trip to gateway, purchase 2 24 packs
    945pm - Chased freshman down block whilst waving my pants in the air
    1030pm - went to house party across street
    900am - Awoke on strange floor to find my pants were still not on me

    *and somewhere in there we ordered a pizza cause i'm burping it up, i just have no idea when we ordered it
     
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    perhaps BS, but didn't it make you laugh? :cheers:
     
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    And now we know why he had to leave Attica early.
     
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    Denny's?

    I figured they'd be all about the Whataburger in Texas.
     
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    Ouch, low blow :D
     
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    UUmmmm.......2:15am eating and fighting at Whataburger.

    The only thing I hate more than a tea-sipper is an aggie.....GO RED RAIDERS!!!!!!!!!!
     
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    GUNS UP! Pride of the Great South Plains! Fight Raiders Fight!
     
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    Get your guns up!
     
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    Have the Red Raiders ever won anything?
     
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    They were a close second in last year's cotton bowl.
     
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    That is right. I have always considered them to be Bayloresque in the Big 12
     
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    I prefer the term "Vanderbiltian" but I think I get what you're saying.
     
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    BHM - Maybe your offense will score more points than your defense this year.


    I LOVE COLLEGE FOOTBALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
     
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    All joking aside, I hope so too. Tyrone Prothro (the little sparkplug wide receiver who helped us devastate Florida and broke his leg doing it) is still on crutches, and we have a bunch of other problems on offense. But, our defense will not be nearly as good this year, so it could be a rough year for the Tide.

    Oh well. That's college football. Roll Tide Roll!

    Edit: But look at it this way: the fact that our offense was pitiful last year kept us from completely annihilating you guys in the Cotton Bowl. Just imagine how lopsided it would have been if we could score touchdowns.
     
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    It was a crazy offense that throws the ball 80 times a game vs. an excellent defense. If you had the offense to go with your defense last year you guys would have been in a BCS Bowl. What a boring game though untill the last 3 minutes.
     
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    Nah! The North-South Big 12 championship game is in December. 70* is about right.

    Otherwise, I've never seen a student have a day like that one. The alums, however, are another story . . .
     
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    Can you really get fried pickles at Dennys down there?
     
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