Growing up in Texas, you pick a side. Declare your allegiance early. More often than not this boiled down to throwing up a hook ’em or a saw ’em off with your hand. I found myself in the later group, more specifically, to the subset that would also happily shout out a “whoop” or “gig ’em”. I ended up happily trading these in for “Go Irish”, drunken jigs on the bleachers, and push-ups in the student section. Still, part of my heart–that’s Texan for college football fandom–remained a part of the 12th man down in College Station.
Some of my best friends are Aggies.