Nothing much changes with Rice and Texas over the years.
A thousand years ago on October 24, 1970, Texas played Rice in Houston. I was there, a goofy-ass Spalding Smails looking sophomore along with my shaggy haired Pythonesque roommates and my drop-dead gorgeous blonde girl friend all the way out from Alabama for the weekend. We had been to Bama vs. UH that afternoon at the world's smallest indoor stadium a/k/a the Astrodome. Rice Stadium was packed with 73,000 fans, about 3,000 of which were for Rice.
People didn't go all apeshit wearing team colors in those days, but when the UT band struck up The Eyes, we found out really quick who was for whom. One of my roommates yelled out over The UT fans singing, "Shit! Y'all look, it's LBJ!" Sure enough, there he was, in what passed for a box seat in those days, high up on the 50 yard line on the side away from the press box. He wore a snow white Western cut suit and a huge white stetson. His hair was long and white, spilling way down over his coat's collar. When The Eyes ended, the P.A. guy introduced him to the crowd and he stood up again and waved the big stetson. He looked relaxed and happy. I think Lady Bird was there, but no one could see her.
Then Rice ran back the opening kickoff for a fucking touchdown! We all went batshit because we knew that whatever else happened that night, we actually scored first on the mighty Longhorns. Final score, Texas 45-21. Bama had won earlier 30-21 over UH in front of a packed Dome (46,000). We were witness to Steve Wooster running roughshod over Rice players until they subbed for him. He was like a bull yearling running through a chicken yard. It was a great Saturday all around. That year Rice won the SWC in every sport except one. I married the gorgeous blonde in 1971 and she hasn't had me killed yet.
Good luck Horns. Hope to see you in NOLA.