This thread is an outlet for sadness, not anger or what could have been.
Many of you met me this season, some for the first time and many who I've now grown to look forward to seeing every game.
I'm sad that I won't be seeing any of you in Atlanta on January 20th.
This was my oldest son Gunnar's first real season of Longhorn football. His first college football game ever inside a stadium at the big house for an incredible win in his maternal grandfathers season ticket seats surrounded by Michigan family members to cap off a long family trip.
He got to experience his first Texas OU at fair park. Started some Texas Fight chants on my shoulders and is absolutely convinced that OU does in fact suck.
He got to go to his first game ever in DKR with our dear friends to watch until the very end and sing the eyes for the first time with 100k people in DKR.
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I'm sad that Gunnar got in his spiderman muscle suit because it makes him "look like he has shoulder pads" and was so invested in the game, got to stay up late and had to go to bed wondering why Texas lost if Ohio State sucked.
You may or may not have noticed, but I've been wearing this longhorns bracelet I got in Cozumel this January. I've not taken it off since the guy made it for me while I was off getting cash out of the ATM to pay for my wife and kids ones because he noticed I had Longhorns gear on. I knew this season was going to be special and I wanted to wear that bracelet the whole season then frame it with some memorabilia commemorating a national championship season.
Now it's just a symbol of sadness. It's off the wrist and that makes me sad.
I know that there's another season and I know Texas is set up for long term sustained success, but that still shouldn't stop us from being able to just be sad about this for little bit.
Share your stories here, or don't, but please don't make this thread about anger or what ifs.
Hook 'Em 🤘