Kelly and I went to the University of Texas football game on Saturday against Baylor. It's always an exciting place to be. Here are some pictures from Saturday, in no particular order.
At the end of the games, the crowd never leaves right afterwards. Everyone hangs around and they sing the school song, The Eyes of Texas. People stand up and sing while holding up the Hook 'em Horns sign.
This was afterwards when a lot of the crowd had cleared out of the stadium.
At the beginning of the game, there's always a grand entrance of the team starting from exciting, loud music from the Jumbotron. This brand new section of the stadium is empty for the moment because it's where the band and a lot of the supports who are involved in the pre-game festivities sit.
Then with a big cloud of smoke and enthusiasm, the University of Texas Longhorns rush out onto the field and the crowds go wild.
Here's my favorite fan.
This was a play in the fourth quarter toward the end of the game, right before another Texas touchdown.
In addition to the grand entrance of the football team, there are always these military fighter planes that fly directly over the stadium at exactly the precise, right time every game, and it sends chills up your spine while the National Anthem is finishing with "and the land of the free, and the home of the brave."
Goose bumps. It's awesome.
Not as awesome, the price of the tickets. Face value was $75 each, but the place where I get them likes to tack on another little bonus for themselves, so it usually costs us more than $200 for two tickets. I miss the student days of $8 tickets.
Thanks for the day-date, Honey!
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Sounds like a really fun game.
I also like the last photo of the two of you - super cute!