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Football Season

It's football season in Texas.

If you're not from Texas, you may not understand the weight that sentence carries. Let me try to explain. Football season in Texas is CRAZY. Everyone rallies around their team to cheer them on, even if they know nothing about football. There's so much excitement in the air! You don't miss your team's game. Period. And if you do, you pretend you watched it. It doesn't matter what the weather is like, you WILL be at home games, rain, shine, heat, or ice. Saturdays are consumed with watching football. Rivalries are like none other. I can't fully describe football in Texas, but know that it is an atmosphere like you've never experienced before.

Baylor's first home game is today against Wofford. I know, who's Wofford? (It's some school from North Carolina). But even though this game should be a piece of cake, I will be there in the 100 degree heat, cheering my bears to victory! I am just as excited as everyone else that football season is here, and I can't wait to go to Baylor games this season and see some great competition on the field. We have an awesome coach who believes in his players, a great team that is going to work together toward a common goal of winning, and superb fans who will support the bears through thick and thin. Let the season begin. Sic 'em bears!!


  1. My husband and I are visiting Texas now and I most DEF understand what you mean by Texans and their football. Boston is like that too! Great blog. Loved reading it. <3


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