Here we are tonight, one of us looking drastically better than the other. Dang it, I wasn't planning to run into my current football hero while attending the amazing #4 in the nation ranked University of Texas volleyball team playing against the #3 team, Nebraska. Colt McCoy was there chillin' with fellow teammate, Quan Cosby, when I asked Colt to pose with me. I was pumped to see my Longhorns football star this close and personal!
The actual volleyball game was exciting as well. Texas won the first game and it was thrilling to be there. Those were some talented women!
Then the Cornhuskers won the next game. You can't actually tell how TALL they are from this picture.
UT won the third game! We left quickly after that so I could get Lindsey home since she has early morning seminary.
They play five games total, the best three out of five wins. I haven't heard the results yet, but my friend, Jillian, is going to email me the results of the game.
Here's Colt, probably thinking to himself, "Hey Kelly, thanks for your support. Everyone is always stalking me, but I am more than happy to accommodate my loyal fans like you" as I capture on my little cheap camera, this adorable photo of the number one quarterback in the United States of America not to mention Heisman trophy candidate! We love you, Colt McCoy!! Hook 'em Horns!
Thank you for making my day, Jillian, and organizing this group activity!
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