Maybe I should apologize to my sweet readers who just don’t get my love for collegiate football, especially AGGIE football. It’s a sickness. It usually passes come December, maybe January this year. Just hang with me. First I’ll talk football, then hit the Sunday morning fashion.
This weekend we did something we’ve never done before. Ever. We took the entire family over to College Station for a football game. We rarely do this because 1) we have to auction off body parts to afford that many football tickets and 2) little kids + night football games = massive parenting failure.
However, as the football Gods would have it, we managed to score some free seats and some other face value seats in addition to our two season tickets that allowed for this to be an affordable (and fun) venture. Our most awesome babysitter/family friend, Ryan, is a sophomore at A&M and he watched Luke for us while we ventured to the game. Obviously, those two had a blast without us. We were also super grateful to the Shannon’s for allowing us to invade their house for an overnight stay. They are the consummate hosts. Frank and Debbie, thank you, thank you, thank you.
After we dropped our luggage at the Shannon’s and got Luke settled with Ryan, we hit the very first tailgate we could find. Oh, I kid. We always go to the same one, the Association of Former Yell Leaders. Those guys have great sausage, cold drinks and plenty of snacks for the kids. The best QOTW may have come from our association’s Godfather, Col. Biondi ’60. “Well, we did have enough snacks but we ran out. I guess we didn’t account for the Whitaker’s.” HA!! We always see some familiar faces and share some, “Man, I’m so glad it’s football season,” with the guys.
Then, we split up and Scott took the three bigs over to our usual place on first deck while Clare and I hiked it up to the third deck. About one million steps later, we arrived. To this.
I know, now you don’t feel as sorry for us, do you? Oh, if only those were our actual season tickets. Those may be the best seats I’ve ever had for a football game. In. My. Life. We were surrounded by some great ‘ol Ags and just had a blast. I snapped this pictures juuuust before the rain hit. Yeah, you don’t get to see my post-game hair. Lucky you. But, no complaining, because the weather was a cool 77. In September, that is completely unheard of in Texas. I’ll just pocket that breeze because I’ll be sweating buckets at next week’s ‘Bama matchup.
Clare and I enjoyed popcorn, dippin’ dots, the Aggie Band (she squealed when they came on the field!) and some really sweet mother-daughter moments. After a 65-28 routing, we hiked back down the ramp, took a quick stroll on the field and then headed back to the tailgate to wait for the traffic to dissipate. We’ve learned it’s better to enjoy a cold drink and good conversation for an hour post-game than to sit in traffic and go nowhere for the same amount of time. You leave so much happier. We finally bedded everybody down just after midnight. You’d have thought they won the lottery they were so excited to stay up that late!
We slept fast, ate an awesome home-cooked breakfast by Debbie and then enjoyed the most glorious Mass at St. Mary’s, A&M’s campus ministry center. Y’all. That is a Mass. For just a moment, I closed my eyes during the communion hymns and remembered why I fell in love with Catholicism and a cute Catholic boy back in 1996. Those Masses opened my heart to this beautiful faith journey we’re on and I said some prayers of thanksgiving. Right after I thumped a head and gave the stank eye to some kids. I was even blessed enough to meet some readers of the blog. What a lovely and humbling surprise.
Finally, your fashion. Whew, I get chatty about the pigskin, don’t I?
We ended our venture to the Holyland at the Chicken Oil Company with a great priest, Fr. Barry. He is such a gift to A&M and to our family. FB, you’re always in our prayers!
And that, was our fightin’ Texas Aggie weekend of awesome. Gig ’em.
Thanks, FLAP, for inspiring the Aggie ensemble this weekend!