Game Day

My college team won its opening game this year. Beat our cousins from San Antonio. Although most of my actual cousins from San Antonio are Aggies or Red Raiders. I love that we won, but college football these days seems further and further removed from what it once was although I’m not certain I could actually say what it once was. It’s probably just an old man being an old man. But back in my day the sport just felt more human, and collegiate.

I liked that we brought out the Columbia Blue uniforms to honor the old Oilers. I loved those guys, too. Don’t have the same affection for the current professional squad. In fact, the only professional team I still follow with any diligence is the baseball team. Lots of memories there because I got to Houston the year after the team, and we grew up together. I’ve seen them play in all three of their stadiums and there ought to be a tee-shirt for that. I’m a three stadium fan.

Anyway, my college guys won, and I couldn’t tell you the name of a single player. That seems sad. It’s just that people come and go these days transferring in and out, kids looking for a chance to play for a coach who might love them for a day or two. Of course, it might also be that my tastes have changed. Where once I studied the roster like an astrologist looking at the stars, now days I barely know the name of the next opponent. That might change, since we’re in a new conference with other Texas schools, but that remains to be seen as do most things in my life.