I wanted to dedicate this thread to all of the hate we have for that institution located at 30.285 N, 97.7335 W. This should be a collection of stores events that lead us to hate that school. I woke up with violence on my mind and hate for all things colored with that fvcked up orange color.
In 1994, those fvckers moved our game from the traditional Thanksgiving Day game to November 5th because of NCAA sanctions (which they were behind). We were barred from being on TV, and they had to be on TV for thanksgiving. It was my Sophomore year and we were on the field with Rev VI. Sometime in the 3rd quarter, we began our victory lap to the other side of the stadium to do some photo ops with the bevo handlers. While passing their stands, they started throwing D cell batteries at us trying to hurt Rev. Yeah…. Good job sips…. Hurt a dog, it’ll make you getting your ass kicked feel better.
1995…. That season started with high hopes and ended with the beginnings of calls to fire RC. I’n the closing moments of that game, as it became apparent that the Ags were going to run out of time, the sip students began to gather in the horseshoe to rush the field. The corps formed a perimeter around the field to stop them from charging the field (then considered a memorial). As they rushed the field, the corps and many students held our ground and did what our football team ran out of time doing…. Beating the hell out of tu. I’ve been looking for video of the post game beating and can’t find it…. So, please post it if you can find it.
1996, another down year for our beloved Aggies. It was my senior year and we were on the field as ODs at 30.285 N, 97.7335 W. After time ran out and we were leaving, fans of the other school were sending their children up to us to shoot the finger at us, and say “Fvck You Aggies!” Many others threw bags and balloons filled with piss at us in our retreat from defeat.
In 1998, something at 30.285 N, 97.7335 W was amiss…. Our team was sliding all over the field and the sips had no such issues. There had been no rain for quite some time, so the field conditions should have been perfect, but the sips had a trick up their sleeves. They soaked the field for quite some time before the game and they wore cleats made for bad field conditions…. This lead to the “Ricky Williams game”. We couldn’t find our footing on offense or defense and their cheating tactics lead Ricky to burst onto the scene that day. I know for a fact that they cheated because my old roommate’s dad was a former long snapper for the whorns and was pissed that they would stoop to that level of cheating.
This was the beginning of my hatred for all things out of that ward. Please feel free to bring stories of your hate for that place!
Gig Em! BTHOtu!
