Where's The Burnt Orange?

School started and I don't see enough Burnt Orange!

Let me preface this missive by mentioning that, as some of you may know, I actually work on campus (here in Austin).

So, I've been stoked all week - IT'S GAME WEEK, BABY!!! Last night before I went to bed I pulled out my favorite jersey, that being #10. It will be worn today and tomorrow, and then retired. I will place it in a box with moth balls so that I can give it to my oldest son, Blake, on his 16 bday. I do this, of course, because #10 is being "hung in the rafters" tomorrow before the game.

Now...as I've mentioned, I'm stoked because the first game is tomorrow. So I'm up early. I feed my newborn boy, eat breakfast, shower, shave, and get dressed in my khaki slacks and my well-worn #10 jersey. I do this even though it may look goofy when I walk into my 8:30am meeting at the dean's office, but everyone knows...IT'S GAME DAY-EVE, BABY!!! WHOOOO!!! It's expected, and acceptable.

I park my car in the garage and head out towards my building. School started on Wednesday so the campus takes on that Fort Worth Stockyards feel as the kids amble to their classes. And, all the while I have this big smile on my face because IT'S THE DAY BEFORE GAME DAY, BABY!!! I half expect VY to rappel down the side of RLM, smack my giant pasty ass and start dancing while shouting "Where dem Horns at?!!" Yes...it's a long walk to the building.

And then I notice something...

NO ONE IS WEARING BURNT ORANGE!

Pathetic. Just...pathetic.