BoN Community,

Long time listener, first time caller.

I've spent the last three years inundating myself with knowledge of all things Texas Sports through BoN, and have made every possible effort to make certain that everyone I know, Longhorn or otherwise, appreciates the burnt orange gospel that radiates from this humble corner of the internet. It took me a while, but I finally decided that this is simply too great of a community to not be a part of. I'll save my gushing over the unbelievable quality of this site for another day, but suffice it to say that, in my completely biased opinion, BoN is absolutely the cream of the SBNation crop. (Also, I really loathe the color cream.) I really do thank all of you who regularly contribute to this site for making it what it is.

Briefly an about me: I graduated from Texas in 2010, then shipped myself off to Lubbock for law school. I know we've got some lawyers and future-lawyers on here, so, you know, there's that. If any of you are (un)fortunate enough to live in the West Texas wasteland that is Lubbock county, shoot me a message. I'd love to grab a beer. But enough background and on to the real reason that inspired me to make myself an SBN account: Oxford, Mississippi.

I'm traveling out there with a handful of friends, and I got to sensing that, while they are excited, none of them quite share my overwhelming level of enthusiasm about the trip. A midterm and a couple of deadlines are going to keep me away from Dallas in October, so I'm stuck with getting a season's worth of Texas football out of this game and the Nov. 4 tilt in Lubbock. Awareness of my impending football deprivation, combined with the anticipation of experiencing the Grove, has gotten me beyond the point of excitement for this game. In an effort to inspire my traveling companions, I sent them an email today that attempted to describe exactly what is in store for us. I share the final passage from that email with all of you, hoping that someone, somewhere, who was planning on enjoying this one from the couch might just get inspired to jump in the car tomorrow afternoon and head to Mississippi.

So, when you hear some sear-sucker suited, bow tie wearing Sig-Ep pledge yell "rif ram bah zam Ole Miss by damn!" or however their stupid chant goes, kindly return the favor with a rousing call of "Texas!" and "Fight!" and know that you're a part of the meeting of two exceptional fan bases in one of the single greatest aspects of this country: college football gameday. And, no matter how awesome the gameday experience in the Grove seems, just remember that we'll always have Austin, we'll always have Texas women, burnt orange is a [expletive] damn fine color, and we win a hell of a lot more often than the folks in Oxford. Let them have the party, the field is the only place we keep score. Texas Fight, gentlemen.

Not that I think I need to do any motivational speaking to this crowd, but I really do hope I at least get a couple of "hell yeah!"s from gallery. I'm fired up about this.

Anyway, thank you for letting me introduce myself. If anybody is going to be out in Memphis on Friday night, give me a shout. I'll be there with burnt orange bells on.

Texas Fight.