I have loathed the Baylor Bears football team, and their fans, since November 27, 1976. When the Bears traveled up I-35 those 88 miles that year, The Horned Frogs were sitting 0-10. This was the final chance that year to post a W to the results page. I had sufficiently recovered from seeing Lynyrd Skynyrd at the Tarrant County Convention Center on Thanksgiving night to drag myself on foot from Pete's Palace to The Carter and plunk down - I'm guessing maybe five or six dollars - at the gate. While I did not yet loathe the Bears as I entered the stadium that day, I had developed a love affair with hot black coffee while sitting in those usually cold seats, and so strategically placed myself near the coffee concessions, as choosing any seat you liked was not a problem that season.
A tale of four decades of loathing the Baylor Bears
