UT fans and writers are already preparing themselves for a loss to Tech.

You see, to UT, it doesn't matter if they aren't better than Tech on the field.  They think they are just better humans... They will look down on the plebians of West Texas and snort... "Sure we lost, but at least we're not from Lubbock".  Apparently, they've been taking night lessons from aggie.  Reminds me of last week, when the aggie poster said, "Raider... know your place!".

Which brings up a parable... a true story in the life of me.

"Doug Franks" (name changed in case he is now a UT dance instructor or something) was the bully of my block when I was 9.  He was a little guy, but he was very, very aggressive - and he would fight at the drop of a hat.  If you disagreed with Doug... BAM, right in the mouth.  And we all took it.

I was bigger, stronger, and faster than Doug Franks, but I didn't know it.  So I basically just shut my mouth and tried not to get beat up.

One day my father told me to go get a load of firewood.  I was loading up the wheelbarrow with wood when Doug walked up.  He saw me lifting and pushing the heavy load and he sneered "I could do that... easy".  I didn't want any trouble, so I put down the load and stepped aside.  Doug tried to lift the wheelbarrow, but he couldn't.  His eyes grew wide and something like fear crossed his face as he saw the wheels start to align in my mind.  He strained again but couldn't budge the thing.  He stepped back and all of a sudden I saw him tremble...

Then I smacked him right in the mouth.  Hard.  He went down like a load of bricks and stayed on the ground trembling and crying.  I told him to get up with every intention of knocking him down again... but he just sat there crying.  So I took the wood inside.  Thirty minutes later Doug's mom shows up at our door.  She asks to speak to my mother and she complains that I "hit her Doug for no reason".  My mother laughed.  She said, "You and I both know that Doug has been beating up every child on this block almost weekly.  Well, that's not happening any more.  He better get it straight".  Doug's mother looked down and said, "Yes... I know.  Doug is just is so small, and I'd hate to see him get hurt."

Doug's fighting days on my block were finished.  UT has a smack coming.  I hope it's tomorrow.

Peace