September 9, 2019
When Texas played LSU in 2019, I did something stupid. I decided to stay up all night, camp out for College Game Day, and then write a running, minute-by-minute account of the insanity.
Behold.
Here’s an excerpt:
4:17 AM: Guess I fell asleep. Wake up to find a jorts-wearing, shirtless Hellraiser standing over me. “Get up, dude! We’re about to go in!”
“What time is it?”
“4:15.”
“Don’t the gates not open until 5:30?”
“Yep.”
“So how are we about to go in?”
“Oh.”
We talk some more, and I ask him about himself. He says he’s from San Diego, and he’s at Texas, “to party. Duh.” Next month, he says he’s going up to Colorado to camp in the woods for two weeks and bow hunt. He’s taking a week to drive up there and a week to drive back. I ask him how missing a month of classes is going to work. “Oh, I don’t take any classes.” I try to clarify: “Are you a student here?” He says, “No. Like I said, I’m just here to party.” I think this man is my new personal hero.
