A dominant #15 Texas (despite being a two-touchdown underdog) smothered an onside kick to ice a 28-21 victory over a highly-overrated #5 Georgia to win the Sugar Bowl in New Orleans. And their first 10-win season since 2009.
So Longhorns QB Sam Ellinger, in accepting the most valuable player award, says “We’re baaaccck!” Looks that way.
Likewise, except that they crushed North Carolina State 52-13, Texas A&M wins the Gator Bowl and a 9-win season.
Good luck, y’all!
UPDATE: A day later, Bevo’s little ruckus is still attracting fake news. Spurious claims about how Georgia’s little mutt was almost gored. The only one who almost had that honor (as shown in this video) was a cameraman.
That was yesterday afternoon, after ceremonies in Houston, while Mr. B. was still having exams. Doubt he would have gone but he’d have hardly been able to miss some of the spectacle.
The George H.W. Bush Presidential Library is on the campus. He is buried in a special plot behind it with his wife and young daughter.
Union Pacific also got into the act, its Locomotive 4141 carrying Bush from Spring (near Houston) 70 miles to College Station, in a special car that allowed viewing of the casket. The family was aboard special passenger cars and attended the private burial.
Via Daily Caller & FoxNews
Mr. Boy, home from Texas A&M for Thanksgiving, and I watched the end of the seven overtime periods against LSU in which an improving Aggie QB finished it 74-72.
What a thrilla’ In a game the bookies expected A&M to lose. Not that the rest of the Ags weren’t competent as all get-out but San Antonio native QB Kellen Mond just kept improving, throwing one strike after another until he threw the winning two-point conversion.
Thank goodness he’s a sophomore. Plenty of chances ahead for Aggieland to make big noise once again in the SEC. Gig Em!
He’s been there for the past week getting his dorm-apartment ready and scouting out savings on textbooks, sometimes finding as much as $50 off the list price.
Plus joining a fraternity, a big distraction that may prove fatal. He should be ready when classes begin this week. Good thing we held back on tickets to home football games. Might be problematic now.
Mr. Boy drove off to College Station this morning to participate in Texas A&M University’s four-day “Fish Camp” for incoming freshmen. As in “fresh fish.”
Originally an invention of the Corps of Cadets when A&M was an all-male military school (officially co-ed in ’63 but not actually until ’74 when women were allowed in the Corps), Fish Camp included some inevitable harassment of the newbies. It was only the prelude to Fish Year.
Mr. B. says it’s not that way now. Camp (in cabins around a lake) is just a chance to learn Aggie traditions while making new friends, with time out for swimming and games. We’ll see.
UPDATE: Harassment, of a sort, ensued when Mr. B. lost his voice from all the shouting that was required. He was quite hoarse when he came home. But he said he had “a great time” and made several friends.
He’s solo at a two-day new student conference, the way he wanted it. A reminder that my parents weren’t involved in my college career except to pay most of the bills. As I will be doing for him.
I wonder whether Mrs. Charm would have insisted on joining him? No matter. She’s there in spirit.
UPDATE: He cut it short, coming home in the early afternoon on the second day. Said he has his class schedule for the year and everything else he needs. Except textbooks, I imagine.
Mr. B. doesn’t want me to accompany him to his new student conference later this month in Aggieland. I wouldn’t have fun, he says, as if fun were the be-all determinant of human behavior.
Mrs. Charm, were she still with us, would insist on going. On the other hand, I remember that my parents didn’t get involved in my college career. They just quietly paid most of the bills, as I will be doing now.