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And in the blink of an eye, it's that time of year again....

College football season.

There's nothing more exciting than the atmosphere at a college football game, especially a game in Texas. If you're not from Texas, football may not be quite as big of a deal. Down here, though, a school's football record determines the popularity of the school and settles many rivalries year after year. Football is the fall semester, not just a part of it. Weekends revolve around tailgating, losing your voice, and spending far too much money at the concession stands. Such is the life of a college football fan.

Baylor's opening season game was tonight against SMU. Not to brag or anything, but we wrecked shop. Nick Florence, our new quarterback did an incredible job. Anyone questioning his abilities were shut down tonight. As we scored touchdown after touchdown, the whole stadium knew Baylor was out to win--and win big. We pulled off the victory, completely dominating SMU.

I love that I go to a school where we pray before each and every home game. I love that I don't have to worry about alcohol being sold in the concession stands and then it getting spilt on me. I love that the atmosphere in Floyd Casey Stadium is so exciting and positive. Most of all, I love that Baylor sports always have an unwavering passion to perform at 110% all the time--giving their all to their teammates, their school, and God.

Yes, Baylor football is back. And boy, am I glad to be part of the legacy!


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