State Highway 21 runs from Interstate 35 in San Marcos into deep East Texas. It’s one of the main feeders into the Brazos Valley for those of us who live west of the main corridors of the state and it’s a drive I’ve made a hundred times over the past two decades. Saturday morning before the game, my mind was in the usual turmoil: trying too hard to let go of the banality of work, wondering what in the living hell the football team was going to look like, and inevitably getting sucked back into the past as I inched northeast back to College Station.
The 1998 Standard
