I still have a 6 pack of this fine beer, that my kind UT grad bro gave me years ago.... have not had the serious courage to try one... Maybe this post will motivate me to FINALLY crack one open and report back. We will see....
Don't do it. The beer you have is way way out of date. Buy a current six pack from your local Specs or maybe HEB. It's an annual limited edition from Independence Brewing.
Drinking out of date beer is still better than squeezing your nuts if you want to feel the same pain as the players on the field.
Hell, win the game and QE may be going down the street like this one... Allstate TV Spot, 'Championship Carry'
Everyone, and I mean everyone, has a favorite memory of this game. by Inside Texas writer Bobby Burton Mine is simple. My roommate at Texas and I road tripped to the 1989 game. It was our first Texas-OU game. Texas won on a pass from Peter “The Great” Gardere to Johnny Walker, right in front of the Texas student section end zone, in the game’s final minute. The aftermath from that play was pure pandemonium. It was the first time I had ever experienced that at any sporting event. It was so crazy, I literally don’t remember much of the next five minutes. Everybody was jumping on everyone else, high fives everywhere, students falling into other students, I got more than a few hugs from co-eds I didn’t know, etc. Like I said, it was pure pandemonium. Yet perhaps what I remember more clearly (because it happened outside the fog of war) came on the Friday night before the game. And it’s how I came to understand the true essence of the rivalry even more. My roommate and I, two 19-year olds, had just checked into a pretty low-rent hotel. It’s all we could afford. We were wearing Texas gear. I think I had on my t-shirt of the boy in a Texas helmet pissing on the state of Oklahoma that was popular back then among students. Well, as we go to the elevator bank to go up to our room, one of the elevator doors opens. An older Sooner fan emerges. Just one guy. He smells a little like a mix of liquor and booze and it’s only four p.m. He looks directly at us, waves a small, white hand towel he was carrying right in front of our faces and yells, “I hope you boys brought your crying towels for tomorrow!” We just looked at him, kind of stunned for the first half-second or so, before we hurled some insult in return. My roommate and I are best friends to this day. And we still laugh about that moment. A 50- or 60-year old man accosting two students in a Howard Johnson for no other reason than the pure hate and rivalry of college football. When I think about what I love about this rivalry, it’s moments like that. I’ll never forget that old Okie that drove home crying the next day. Hook’em!
The energy is real this year. I just left Bucees in Temple. There were at least 15 charter busses in the lot and the store was full of frats and sororities. Texas Fight broke out for a couple minutes. Wish I was headed north instead of back to Austin.
Agree, staying on the shelf. On second thought, I have a couple of blow/u family I could serve it to when they come see us in Houston.
