Fan on Game Day

This is pretty long, but it's HYSTERICAL! If you've ever been drunk at a sporting event, or been with someone who has, you can relate.

This is an e-mail from some guy named J.D. Horne, who, according to themessages that were attached to this, is not a 21 year-old frat boy, but an attorney of indeterminate age. He sent it to his friend Brian Brice and it got forwarded around the country. You have to give the guy some props for being self-deprecating...but I hope I never meet him on game day.

A chronology of events for Saturday, December 4, 1999 , and the earlymorning hours of Sunday, December 5, 1999 :

6:00 Arise, play the Eyes of Texas and Texas Fight at full-freakingblast

6:20 Get in car, drive to New Braunfels

7:30 Tee off (me and a buddy were the FIRST tee-time of the morning)

8:50 Turn 9 (crack open first beer)

8:53 Crack open second beer

8:58 Crack open...(you get the idea)

10:30 Finish 18 (holes, as well as beers), sign scorecard for smoooooth 95

10:35 Headed for San Antonio (Alamodome - Nebraska vs Texas )

10:50 Buy three 18-packs for pre- and post-game festivities

11:10 We decide we don't have enough booze, so we double-back to a liquor store and buy the good ol' 750 ml plastic bottle "Traveler" Jim Beam

11:50 Arrive at the tailgate spot. Awesome day. Not a single cloud in the sky. About 70 degrees.

11:55 I decide that we're going to kick the shite out of Nebraska.

11:56 I tell my first Nebraska fan to go frick himself.

12:15 The UT band walks by on the way to the Alamodome. We're on the second floor of a two-story parking garage on the corner (a couple hundred of us). We're hooting and hollering like wildmen. The band doubles back to the street right below us and serenades us with Texas Fight and The Eyes of Texas . AWESOME MOMENT.

12:25 In the post-serenade serendipity, 50-100 grown men are bumping chests with one another, each and every one of them now secure and certain of the fact that we are going to kick the shite out of Nebraska.