I was so sure the Longhorns would win against the Aggies...

Sadly, I was very wrong. They surprisingly prepared more of a passing offense, and we weren't prepared. Colt let me down. I dozed off during the second quarter thinking it'd be fine; we'd come back in the second half. We've done it several times this season. While we had several opportunities, we let it slip through a slow offense and weak defense. I had been hopeful when we returned a kick-off. There were several strategic time-outs that were just silly and sadly Bailey missed an extra point. The last quarter I'm pretty sure I yelled, "Are you kidding me?!?" at least a dozen times.
Here's what's extra fun about this...
My brother went to A&M for a year before he left on a mission to New Jersey for our church, where he is now. Last year, when I thought we would win, I bet him that whoever lost would get shot with a paintball gun. I'd played before, I figured I could take it if I had to and I was so sure it wouldn't come to that. So last year, I took a shot to the leg, that bruised worse than any other shot I've taken and was rainbow colored. This year, in the absence of my brother, my dad took up the bet. (I think it's going to become a tradition.) I love my team. I was shot a few inches below my belly button, probably somehow injuring my uterus. JK. But seriously, not that I can't take getting hit with a paintball gun; I just want my team to step up to their potential!