Texas National Champions

I have to confess, I didn't watch the game. Live. I recorded it, and I watched the first half last night. I'm going to watch the second half tonight. I was too anxious to watch Wednesday night, every time I turned it on, something bad happened. I watched the first series, and then when Texas fumbled the punt, I turned it off, thinking that USC would score for sure. They did, USC 7, Texas 0. Then I turned it back on right when Mac Brown went for it on fourth down and they got stuffed. I turned it off again, thinking that USC would score again for sure, leaving UT in a huge hole at the beginning of the game. I went and worked on the computer for a while, and then turned it on again in the second half, USC 25, Texas 23, right when Robert Killebrew (a fellow Klein High School alumnus) was called for roughing the passer, giving USC 15 yards and a fresh set of downs. At that point, I went to sleep, thinking that UT had blown the game. I didn't find out the winner until I got in the car the next morning to drive to work. When I turned on the radio, I knew that I would be able to tell who won just by the comments, and I was right.

In watching the first half, I realize now that the game was much closer than I thought, and that I just happened to watch most of the low spots in what was a great game. I can't wait to watch the ending.

I don't have a tolerance for suspense anymore, especially when I'm alone. I can't watch horror movies, even the tame ones, and I get very uncomfortable when any movie has a buildup of suspense for more than a minute or two. Not sure if that is some kind of product of aging, or some unique form of Parkinson's, or maybe I've got a brain tumor or some bizarre psychological affect.